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Talking about sort of the Anne Rice version where you're preserved at whatever age you die and become one.
Think about it. You still exist, and in fact, are more or less immortal. If you die at 27, you're forever 27 and beautiful. The down side--you have to suck blood, and you don't get much sun.
Would you?
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Ever notice how this place just basically, well, sucks.
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