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VOLUME SIX: VAMPIRE HUNTING ISN'T FOR MORONS

Nothing can ruin an otherwise lovely early-spring/late-winter day like a funeral. Don't get me wrong, funerals stink any time of the year. I should know. I've been to a lot of them recently. But this one was even worse because it was so lovely outside. The flowers were budding, birds were singing, and the grass was green and freshly cut, giving off that pleasant scent that makes you think of baseball and bike rides. Not standing by, helplessly watching one of your best friends in the world cry her eyes out because they're lowering her daddy six feet into the ground.