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February 21, 2008

Thursday

What's wrong with the blood?

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LJ: An Unexpected Sequel

"Good morning, Mr. Drake. How may I help you this morning?"

The SPF 50 I wore reeked, but this was a lead meant to be followed. "The blood you sold me last night... it's tainted."

He looked legitimately concerned. "Tainted? How?"

"It's spiked with garlic."

Concern became horror. "My apologies, Mr. Drake! I'll replace it at once!" He reached for the bag, but I grabbed his wrist to stop him.

"I don't care about that," I whispered. "I want to know whose blood this is. I have a feeling I've been trying to find this motherfucker for a month now."

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David: I Feel Drained

“Well, for one thing, doc, it’s green. Considering that I don’t recall growing up on the planet Vulcan, it seems to me that this is something I ought to be concerned about. But I’m a little distracted from that fact right now by the slightly more important detail that it is no longer inside my body.”

“I see.”

“I woke up this morning standing in a pool of this stuff. I figure it came out of this bite on my arm I got from a dog in the park yesterday.”

“Hmm. Any fever?”

“You’re not a real doctor, are you?”

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