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...I find myself lying under the stars, cold and wet. I am covered in blood. I am intrigued by the fact that something so hot and delicious can so easlity become chilling and, quite frankly, disgusting. I have got to get out of here. I hear foot steps rushing up stair. Shuffling. Frightened. Why do men choose life styles that sicken them? I feel so thick, so satiated. I can hardly move, but I have to go. With a rustling of tulle, the sickening sound of coagulation beneath my heels, and a quick hand across the mouth, I drag myself into a jog towards the edge of the building...
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