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February 16, 2007

David: But Not Tonight

She came awake and to the realization that she was starving for blood and company. She turned off the light, toward the window, and into a bat. She felt the thrill of the hunt, the wind in her fur, and the vague dread rising from her prey and her gut.

“One of these nights,” she thought, surveying the human buffet and her emotions, “I will meet my fate, my love, my death. He will pierce my long-dead heart with passion and wood.”

In the alley below, in the shadows, in his final night, a mugger menaced a woman and society.

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