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The rickety, mutated body was like a scrawny wild wolf, and its bloody fangs were licked by a long tongue against the light of the dark moon. This kind of thing is always hungry. She cannot feed herself. Desire is just like her name. What she wants is the heart, not the person... --"Assault"
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