You know that moment when you've read a favourite book so many times, that when you pick it up for a re-read, you can actually recite the first paragraph off by heart and you kinda sit there, holding the book and grinning like a loon?
No?
Oh, so that's just me is it?
I am the vampire Lestat. I'm immortal. More or less. The light of the sun, the
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