Rice for your Meat, Sir?

Rice for your Meat, Sir?

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Mar 14, 2016
Cayman always had a way about her, always saw through people, always was the loyal friend. She knew things some of them didn't, she felt things some people didn't, she was in tune with the vibrations of everything and deaf to the world all at the same time. She really only thought she was just a bit wiser than others, still normal and still plain...but why does her gut tell her something is wrong when girls start to disappear? Why does she see these things she doesn't understand? Why does the dark cloud follow her everywhere? Why does he look at her like she's his next meal?
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