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Crimson Tears“what a strange, beautiful town this is” I daydreamed as Iwalked along the gothic-style streets of Transylvania, myvisitor’s nametag clicking against my chest, proclaimingsimply my first name, James, my picture, and oddly my bloodtype standing beside it on the 1x1 piece of plastic. Ipondered on meeting anyone worthwhile, going from oneplace to another, seeing the sights, bored out of my skull. Apang of jealousy would always come rushing through meevery time I walked by a happy couple in the streets,practically turn green with envy. I come all the way here tosee sights and meet people, yet all I really want is to finallymeet someone who’ll sweep me head over heels and notcompletely freak me out. Oh wait… if that’s so…
what in theworld am I doing in Transylvania?
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