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"A vampire attacked me last night."
Ivy pretended a faint.
Alexia kept her friend forcibly upright by stiffening her linked arm. "Stop being so squiffy," she said. "There is no one important around to catch you."
Ivy recovered herself and said vehemently, "Good heavens, Alexia. How do you get yourself into these situations?"
Alexia shrugged and commenced walking more briskly so that Ivy had to trot a few steps to keep up.
"What did you do?" She was not to be dissuaded.
"Hit him with my parasol, of course."
"You did not!"
"Right upside the head. I would do the same to anyone who attacked me, supernatural or not. He simply came right at me, no introduction, no nothing!"
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