The Unreachable
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"What's this?" said Grace and looked at Macy "Meat," said Macy and continued, "something you might like." and she smiled. Grace looked at Macys bloody fingers and then looked at the meat infront of her. "Interesting..." said Grace and took a bite of it. She chewed it slowly and looked at Macy. Macy was still smiling as Grace was looking at the dead body that was lying on the floor.
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