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To castigate Jorge is to waste breath. The man’s life is one giant waste. The old vampire approaches the frightened girl holding the blood filled tube with steady deliberate steps. He touches her shaking hand and she calms. Her skin is soft like silk and he wishes he still had some humanity left in him. He takes the cinched hose from her and puts it to his lips and lets the fount of blood pour into his mouth.

He tastes the cannabis and looks at Jorge disgusted.

“It’s taken me long to find you youngone, shall we finish our business?”

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