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"I grab the most forward point of the body with my teeth. I hook the edge of sensation with a tooth and tear the delicate covering. Lava flows out of it, rushing silently bringing doom to a happily drowsy unknown town. With a cold finger I touch a ball of nerves and bend in half, simultaneously looking at plowed fields of supplications and entreaties. I sigh deeply."

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