One of my uncles who watched me grow up reminded me that I love to bite things, even when I was a baby in a cot, I will bite the bars.
yeah, I had this vague familiar sensation of biting into some rusty steel and the taste lingers in my mouth.
My cousins and I grew up together, so everytime they will leave me and him in this cot and I will always try to climb out or bite the bars. And when I have nothing to bite, I will bite him and he will hit me back then I will cry or bite harder.
Or he will hit me first and I will bite him.
I guess that's why I'm not afraid to bite stuff. In fact I might secretly enjoy biting.
I am a vampire.
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