I’m Not A Vampire, But I’ve Played One For Half My Life

I walked into the house and out of the cold Minnesota evening with my friend, and immediately knew the scene I was looking at People were seated around a table with pieces of notebook paper containing words like “Clan” and “Generation” scrawled on them in various states of bad handwriting. That old, familiar dark green … Continue reading I’m Not A Vampire, But I’ve Played One For Half My Life

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