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Prompted Flash Fiction (vampire, pyramid, train station)

Forgive me for obsessing, dearest diary, but it’s my first date in over a century. Come to think of it, the humans were just wrapping up a pandemic the last time I dipped a toe in the dating pool. Flu, that one, unfairly blamed on the Spanish. I do wish I could shift the responsibility for my current predicament their way, but I’ve no one but myself to …