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[people who like taking strolls in mid-to-late afternoons may notice a certain Baron of Luxor leaning against a tree, smoking while reading The Last Vampire, and appearing to be quite unconcerned about The Sun.
Come poke him about his book, his being out when the sun is, and/or that glass of red liquid on the grass next to him that he occasionally takes a drink from. Why yes, it does bear a striking resemblance to blood.]
Come poke him about his book, his being out when the sun is, and/or that glass of red liquid on the grass next to him that he occasionally takes a drink from. Why yes, it does bear a striking resemblance to blood.]