Sleeping wasn't an issue.
Eating was an issue.
Personal hygiene wasn't an issue.
I was what I was. I was a "vampire" as they had called it. I tried not to talk, I tried to prevent anything that involved my throat. They took me hunting, but it didn't satisfy me. They told me that I was to be careful, that after a few months of snacking on animals, my eyes would slowly turn topaz and my cravings for human blood would cease.
I was still wearing the dress, it was awfully pretty. The girl Alice kept bouncing, making plans for the future. Our conversations normally ended up in glamor или something to...
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