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... n that state. Or how I knew he was there. I only know my feet carries me, my body pulled by a string towards him, like we’ve been attached at opposite ends and that thin line is another hard yank away from snapping.
Down, further down the hall, I track his scent. The maids don’t stop me. If I was willing to be delusional, I would think they looked pleased to see me. But I couldn’t see or think of anything past the pangs of hunger pulsing in my stomach.
I hear them just as I round ...
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