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The ratman froze, staring at me. Why are you laughing? His voice held just a hint of unease. Good. I was hoping that the vampires would come for me soon and save me. You've got to admit that's funny.

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Laurell K. Hamilton
Age: 61
Born: 1963
Born: February 19
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