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My name is Vera,
I am a vampire, a very old one, at that. It’s all very well, sucking people’s blood, or turning into, a bat. But when you get, very old like me, you don’t want to be “living”, in a mini van. I’m not one who, complains at all, but vampire’s don’t have, a retirement plan.
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