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Can I kiss you?
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Darren, I let you drink my blood. Sure, you can kiss me.
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Come on. We don't have all night. I have an injured spider here.
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All right, how are we going to do this?
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I can't carry the both of you.
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- You carry Rebecca. I can flit now. - Just like a real vampire.
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Oh, Larten, you did it.
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You stuck your neck out for him.
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You'd think a vampire would know
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better than to stick his neck out.
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I am proud of you.
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All those who vote for making Darren a member of the cirque,