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February 22, 2008

LJ: A Surprising Trilogy

"Red... from an AB-positive alcoholic." It was that kind of night.

I swirled it in its glass for a moment, admiring its color. As I did, I felt my frustration anew at the lack of information the blood bank was able to provide.

I sniffed its bouquet... and was immediately glad I did.

I called the waiter back and asked, "Was this from an Italian?"

Confused, he said, "I don't know, sir. Shall I check?"

No need; it was a wild rationalization for the blood to smell this way. The truth was far simpler:

Someone was trying to kill me.

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I'm kind of wanting your vampire to get together with my zombie guy. What slapstick mayhem might ensue? ;)

Posted by: Sealyon at February 22, 2008 9:03 AM · Permalink

And together, they fight crime!!!

Posted by: LJ at February 22, 2008 6:57 PM · Permalink

Check before you post!