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Their eyes met across the warm wet wreckage of hot spilled milk on the café table of a woman and her three-year-old, and they approached each other.
"Hi." He spoke first. "Hi." Beat. "It's been a while." Slowly. "Yeah, it has." Nervous smile. "What have you been up to?"
"New job. Got a new apartment too, downtown." "Really? That'
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"I'm married," he said with regret, rubbing the gold ring around his finger. Helen smiled and ran her hand over his slowly.
"She won't find out. I promise. Professional guarantee," she purred into his ear, letting her eyelashes fleck his cheek. He turned a bright red and pulled his face away.
"No. It's wrong."
"Nothing is wrong, so much as impolite. Do you really think all those upstanding members of the community do only good? They just don't let themselves get caught."
He shook his head at the woman and stood up, buttoning his shirt. The old mattress creaked in relief.
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"What's the worst part about being a vampire?" Elissa asked the pale man driving next to her. He chuckled as he looked in the mirror to make a turn--he had no reflection. "Not being able to admire my beauty when I wake up?" he grinned, licking over his slightly jagged right canine. She rolled her eyes. "I'm being serious. You can't go out in the sun. You can only digest blood. I'm sure you miss some of that... the little things in life?" "I can taste other foods though, and that's wh
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Maria stood in the middle of the desert. Far away she could make out the statue of Nelson, marking the center of Landen. It stood valiantly atop a crumbling column, nineteen stories above the barren plain.
"Jacob, over here. We're almost there."
Jacob rode half-heartedly, tired and dusty from the trip. "How far d'you figure?"
"Maybe another day or two?" she yelled back at him, pausing her horse and turning to wait. He shook his head and caught up. Far away stood Nelson among the crumbled ruins of the past, signaling water, food, and people. There was always a market there, or s
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