As Pete perched at the apex of roof tiles, he felt a sting of penance. Screams echoed up the faces of buildings as he watched the scene before him. He couldn't help notice that he would naturally care less if it was some mugger or rapist, of course, it happens as often as rabbits breed. But this wasn't some urban-Chicago mugging. It was a feeding
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you've definitely got a fan. :)
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No dark void here. :)
Thank you for continuing! I was really bummed when I thought you'd left it off, seeing as how the last post was a month old, but creative genius takes time.
I'm looking forward to the continuation. Reading the newest chapter now.
Thanks again!
-LaC
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