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MatureComplete Tue, May 7, 20246m
He tilted his head back for a breather, the stars twinkling in the night sky.
He shouldn't be doing this.
He's a monster.
He looked back down at his thigh and then at the knife.
He couldn't stop now.
He needed to continue.
He needed to eat.
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