He was an old, skilled vampire. I want to be your knight, your servant, your protector, your—I dare scarcely write the word—your husband. “Mike, what’s going on?” She sat up, groggily rubbing her eyes. She used to play violin, you know. The stage manager reappeared presently, and made a speech.
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