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Her finger slipped into her purse to grab the packet of gum, her breath reeking of dead flesh and fresh semen from the sperm donor place down the road. Walking she found a shadow following a dead cat. Her breath weakened as she longed to touch it with her tongue and taste its stale dead blood scabbing against her inner cheek. She walked to its rotting corpse and I against her chest and ran away. Her legs lagged so she rage‐quitted and turned off the Xbox.
