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I remember the first time it happened, vividly. The memory is always present in the back of my mind, kind of like peanut butter and jelly. Only this experience was less delicious and more terrifying. That's only to be expected of course, because when you're fourteen years old and demonic spirits attach themselves to you... well food is usually the last thing on your mind at that point. At least in my experience, I was too busy having a panic attack in the middle of my freshmen English class to think about much else.