He gnawed on her like a crust of bread.
The percolator chanted/ soap decanted/ the
sea creatures flickered and died.
this line is under construction.
Her feet scratched a blue note to the beat of her sobs on the floor.
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And then she realized that it would hurt a little less every day. And she smiled, for it was nearly midnight and that new day was coming...
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