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18th Century Vampires by garypryke
You reach into your pocket and hand the man some money. There is a kind-hearted glint in his eye on recieving it. He smiles, his teeth are blackened, his breath stinks of cheap liquor.
"You're alright" he says, offering you a bottle of whiskey.
Take the bottle and throw it to the ground
End Of Story

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