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Jules Duchon was a real New Orteans vampire. Born and bred in the
w0rkkng clz~s Ninth Ward， bkten in and smitten wi~h the Big E~ Dri~
{ng through the French Quarter， stuck ill a row of bumper~to bumper
ca. that crept along Decatur Stree~ like a caravan of bone weary camels，
Jule~ Duchon barely fit behind the steering wheel of his very big Cadillac
talmb Even with the bench seat pushed all the way back
Damn， he was hungry His fat fingers quivered as the} clutched the
m ~tee~ing wheel more tightly It was only nine pM.; early yet. He
idnt used to get this hungry back in the old days Could he be coming
d~n with diab es? Jules thought about this. Could somebody llke him
a it， ~d jutes w~ well past forw. He had half a mind to drive overm
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7~ ，l，，ed dow~
forcing himself to look at the clipping from lint week s TinJe，-Picayune
he~ pinned dle，~. NEW O~ ^NS FAr ~
Fo ~ TES~ CI~ IN NAtiOn， S rUOY SHOWS
nt pageuews. Talk abou re，tating the godda，nn obv om 7he，n en
i~actuallygetpaldtotell~thssstuff Hegancedqucldya hevisor s
a~ity mirror， where hi~ reflection would be. if he could stfll cast one，
t the bell; he knew what he Moked llke He stifl had the ddieate，
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