Vampire. Vampire. Vampire. Battle stations.
She's sitting opposite a window that's gently breezing into her face, wafting her hair into cover-girl perfection and when I joke about this she roars with laughter.
The foetus gains all its food and oxygen from the mother during pregnancy.
They struck the doors with their riflebutts, and crept past the window with their pocket torches.
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