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“Yes,” I said, “reasons to exist.” My voice was a little bitter. But it was good to hear it spelled out that way. But I felt a dark sense of myself as a hungry, vicious creature, who did a very good job of existing without reasons, a powerful vampire who always took exactly what he wanted, no matter who said what. I wondered if he knew how perfectly awful I was.
