Mary sometimes couldn’t sleep at night. “Do you really have to wear that hat to bed, Pitch,” she might declare, waking up her vampire spouse. “It sometimes flaps over into my face.” “Yes,” Pitch would always reply. “I’m Russian through and through now, even while sleeping.” “And I thought vampires sleep during the *day*,” Mary added one time, receiving an answer so convoluted she never brought the subject up again.
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