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... omach has stopped to protest, but there’s no real satisfaction. No sense of fullness. Just an aftertaste of regret and a fur-covered crime scene.
I stare at the little corpse dangling from my hands, its puffed tail is now limp, its body still twitching with the remnants of life.
Jesus.
I drop it unceremoniously onto the cold floor, wiping my mouth with the back of my sleeve. I feel like I should say something, maybe offer a quick lo siento to the universe, but all that co ...
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