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The tall man looked at me. His expression was odd. "Are you all right?" he asked.
"Yes, of course," I said haughtily, pulling away. "You seem pale," he offered. His eyes gleamed. I stabbed him with my glance. "I'm a vampire," I lied, "and I'm hungry." His pointy teeth glistened as he smiled. "Me, too!"
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