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Kate and I are sitting outside on the grass, watching as the sun slowly disappears behind the hillside. My skin tingles a little, but it’s worth it. There’s a slight chill in the air, so I have a blanket over my shoulders. Kate only has a thin cardigan on; she doesn’t seem to feel the cold like I do.
The last few weeks have flown by. I never thought they would, but when you have a routine, something to get up for, life suddenly becomes much less boring.
When I wake, I drink a little blood (one third human, two-thirds animal. Getting closer), tidy the house, clean the kitchen, watch a little TV, and then read my book. I’ve even been doing a little gardening. In my previous life, I barely knew what a rose was, let alone a bluebell. I’ve dedicated a patch of grass in front of the apple
