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May 9, 2007
She wears garlic around her neck, glued to a large wooden cross.

Better safe than sorry she has always thought.

Sure, there are no such things as vampires, or at least she is often told so by people who laugh at her garlic cross.

However, she was also told there were no such things as werewolves, yet still once a month when the moon is full, she finds herself growing fur, going on all fours and running the forests around her home.

They may say there are no such things as Vampires, but she knows they are full of shit.