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March 22, 2003 vampire in a mirrored room The drowning feeling let me know I'd forgotten to breathe.  My breathing shifts from automatic to standard when circumstances require wisdom.  It was such a time. The young man pled his case.  He had no problem with drugs or alcohol and he had no intention of seeking treatment.  I listened, aware he had quit school, blown through money, overdosed, and become a skilled liar.  He wasn't lying now, though.  He just didn't know what I knew. "If a vampire lived alone in a mirrored room, " I said, "he would never know he was a vampire." The young man asked what I'd been smoking. "Nothing," I said.  And my breathing was automatic once again.

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