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  <description>Henry woke up still thinking about last night and how he wanted to make it up to Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He planted a few gentle kisses on her shoulder and up to her cheek, ending on her lips. &quot;I&apos;m sorry, my love. You mean the world to me.&quot; He whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=tasteforlife&amp;ditemid=580&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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  <description>Ever since he became serious with Christine, Henry vowed to not feed on humans as much anymore and found an alternative. He had bags of blood stored in a special fridge, purchased from an old vampire friend of his. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was when he learned a valuable lesson; vampires can get sick from impure blood. He rested on the couch, looking a bit pale and nauseous. It was not how he wanted to greet his girlfriend as she came home that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Over here, my love,&quot; he called out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=tasteforlife&amp;ditemid=320&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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