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With stakes so high (and such a fast pace) it's a controversy that she continues feeding her own greasy fingers to a bowl of popcorn as amniotic tentacles shoot into the next open mouth the plot twists, the next pinch someone we knew drools sleep defenseless as a hundred eggs crack open, more hot butter, she indulges hunger with the melted colour of the four moons, chewing safely through the heart of the midpoint where few will survive when it finally happens:
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