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[Zelman's talking about something or another, but something about that seems kind of off. he sounds kind of tired, for one thing. low energy. not half as aristocratically smug and better-than-thou as usual. in fact, he sounds kind of...]

France is nice and all, but I'd prefer it if we could actually leave. Plane, boat... Other countries. I miss

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What? What are you normally?

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I am a vampire. [...yep.]

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What's that?

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You... Wait, you don't know what those are anymore?

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I forgot a lot I guess.

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Huh. Then you're probably not gonna believe me.

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Why not?

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S'cuz no one believes me. Or they get all freaked out, but that's kind of preferred. Preferable. Funnier.

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Huh? So it's really that kind of a scary thing? Why do people freak out?

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...Because it's scary, duh.

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Don't be rude to me, I'm an amnesiac.

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[...........]

Normally I'm a creature that exists somewhere between life and death, has supernatural abilities, and drinks the blood of the living to survive.

[...he said that all without stumbling. time for more booze.]

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Ooooh... creepy!

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Said so, didn't I?

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Do you ask first?

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Everyone always asks that!