My hunger, today, is filled with sharp edges. It tastes of iron and old blood. Like the cracks in a shattered windshield, its fingers spider across the surface of my thoughts, coloring my perceptions and forcing my attention to a place I have long ignored in favor of more immediate, less challenging, options.

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D’jaevle, Bad, Bad, Thing

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