The Perk, Sunday Afternoon

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Mina was a mite twitchy today, as she sipped at her coffee. She'd not tasted blood in over a week. She'd expected to feel weaker, but it only seemed as if her more supernatural qualities were dampened by the lack of feeding. Functioning as a normal person seemed utterly unaffected.

The hunger, however, was beginning to gnaw at her.

She was trying to drown that hunger in coffee.

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