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Rose!" I Looked To My Right And Saw Adrian Cutting Across The Lawn Toward Me, Oblivious To The Slush's Effects On His Designer Shoes. "did You Just Call Me 'rose'?" I Asked. "and Not 'little Dhampir'? I Don't Think That's Ever Happened." "it Happens All The Time," He Countered, Catching Up To Me.