Once I visited my classmate. Both he and his parents were skinny and pale with blue veins on their skin. Just like vampires.
When we sat at the table, I realized what was wrong with them. They ate raw vegetables and raw meat. Not something like tartare, but actually raw steaks. I left. Next time he came to my home. When he saw our sandwiches, he also left in horror.
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