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... 't taste like anything…." Demon chewed on the cooked steak held in his hand, dripping the grease from his hand onto the floor. An hour into his freedom on the outside, his stomach started to grumble, signaling the signs of hunger. So, he cooked up a heaping pile of steaks, according to the amount Oscar typically ate.
"Oscar eats this happily like an idiot, but it doesn't taste like anything. How strange. Don't you think so?" Demon turned to his right, where two people were lying on the c ...
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