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around all 4 castles that Borges had all the mirrors destroyed because he was (gasp!) a vampire! Could it be? In Argentina? A boy named Mateo decided to find out! One night,

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clenched his fists. "Lady Denis of Nevermore would never eat meat with the likes of you," he sneered. Lord Smartypants smirked and flicked Sir Wenis's ear. "She craves it," he said

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had turned sweet in the Florida sunshine, so he added some bitters. It was turning out to be a great vacation. Suddenly his pager went off. "Det. Manatee, we need you right now,"

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in Binary again. He remembered how much he loved that song when he was still a real child. Praying in Binary had been playing when he lost his virginity to a Vogon in a card game.

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And so I did as He bade me and I raised a clean cloth dipped in sweet water to her lips and she smiled briefly before the stinging began and changed into another agony. She shook

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