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Watching, trembling from invisible afflictions.

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Desire from absence.

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Queen-in-waiting.

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Your hackles rise. She sips on Tyrant Wolf.

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Listen to her -- dripping. You do have it!

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Fucking sneak attack!! Deception and wiles!!

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Fuck yes. Fuck yes!

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Your natural enemies. The ones who took you all apart five years ago. Hackles rise.

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The words 'La Luz' makes your shoulders close in, as if bracing for a hit.

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Brains lie. Guts don't.

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Sex and murder drives coming through muddled and strong.

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Smash! Smash! Smash!

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Stripped off his wounds. Back raw into danger.

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Irrigational miracles. This is her shit.

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Success nears. Big man hungers.

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He wants the real thing.

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Rip it out. Take it.

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Never go home again!

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Could. Shouldn't.

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You are flea. Insignificant. Squishable.

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The half-animal in you freezes. You're alone. Split from herd. Vulnerable.

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Ready and willing to guard his food to the hilt.

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Wide, slick, animal. Only two words behind them: friend or foe?

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Goosebumps on the back of your neck. As if all those of absent, lifeless eyes have turned to watch you.

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Wait. Something's not right. Didn't you see a number that went much higher?

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Your jaw tightens, your molars grind against each other.

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Door downstairs -- repeating pattern. This? Juicy.

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Feels important. Feels juicy. Unsure why.

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A blighted rat guarding its bones.

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You're not just flipping through records. You're going deeper into Petre's Museum of Loathing.

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Dock thief. Monkey bandit.

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Yes! Monkey! Yes!!

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Impossible. Pack runner. Close blood.

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Delicious scarcity. Obtain.

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Boring. Boring. Boring.

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If the entire Weeping Eye came through that door right now, you'd kill them all.

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The eye of your enemy. Weeping with joy at your return.

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Grand Marshaless of the Bitch Parade.

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Father-rage. Blood rising.

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Something stirs in you. Bad feel.

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Push her, now. Get this over the line.

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The pit of your stomach curls. You tense it back down.

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Her pupils narrow to slits.

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Dissonant urges rise in you -- one to reveal the world as it so often is, and the other to protect her from it.