Mind-Fuck Central

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They want my blood

Have an appointment in a couple hours with the vampires at Bergan. Get to sit in the gray chair for the second time this year, hold out my arm, lock my elbow—”Lock your elbow, hon,” she always says—and let myself get poked. She’s good; there’s hardly any pain. I always watch the needle slide in … Continue reading

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