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... cut the-root-that-attacks-from-below into pieces with distracted, stuttered motions, gently feeding the slices into my open mouth. Her hand went up and down, up and down as it continued with its methodical task, slicing at our once-ambusher and bringing the bits that came free up to where I rested on her shoulder. Every so often, shed twitch slightly, with a wave of [guilt] and [remorse] flooding through the [Little Guardians Totem].
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