Vampire. Vampire. Vampire. Battle stations.
The foetus gains all its food and oxygen from the mother during pregnancy.
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.
They struck the doors with their riflebutts, and crept past the window with their pocket torches.
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