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feyd_meowtha “You seen this?” his father asked, not taking his eyes off the TV screen. Gale paused in the doorway, his knees shaking. All he wanted was to go to sleep.
“What?” he asked.
“They found another body in the forest,” he said, shaking his head, “this time it was a pretty girl, too. What kind of freak cuts the head off a pretty thing
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