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Aug 10. 2026
Though I am also drinking blood, I don't live in a castle like my fancy cousin. Goat's in my name, and goats are my bae. Humans debate whether I exist, and I hide until the night when I suck their livestock dry. I'm still a champion in hide-and-seek; nobody knows my face, and the day I finally die, skeptics call me a dog with mange.