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Love for the Undead A vampire doesn't show up in the mirror. I adore this knack for anti-matter, Confuse one lover with another. Was it the swimmer with kleptomania? Was it my best friend's fraternal twin brother? A man on the lam casts a flimsy shadow. Being substancless has its virtues. For me, true love is nine parts water- guys I chat up at the Quick Stop counter- more transparent than it appears.