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The butcher gave his other two tub mates an eviscerating glance.
"Leave her be." he commanded.
Desiree gratefully accepted the warm strawberry tarts.
Candle man handed her a flask. She swallowed the gentle fire, and asked for a bit more.
Butcher boy arranged the burlap sacks for her to rest upon.
Fear could find no purchase on her.
Desiree, dreamt of sleeping.
Last edited by ring; 08-31-2009 at 05:37 PM..
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