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A familiar voice, the voice of my wife, likely unaware I can hear her in this small sliver of time as she walks down an equally sunny sidewalk in her college campus. "I am going to bite your wife," answers a lower voice, "and turn her into a vampire." "Not if I do it first!" A cold hand gently lifting my neck up. Two distinct pinpricks on the right side of my neck.