         ‘ you guys really aren't giving me a break this week, are you? ten normal customers, one little old lady looking for an aphrodesiac and four vampires. ’ the tip of her finger rubbed against an empty glass jar, an ice-shovel ( yes, one of those little hand-held ones that you use to get snow off of your car. innovative, no? ) buried deep in a barrel of coriander seed. yes, she was FRIGHTENED. who wouldn't be? but the best way to deal with those who could do you harm was, in her mind, to treat them normally. with respect, of course, and with no small amount of humility. her heart was pounding, adenaline  r u s h i n g  through her stomach and screaming in her lungs.  ‘ can you give me a few minutes before we dance? assuming you're here to fight. if not, take a number... any chance you’ve got a name? ’
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