Kathy paced back and forth on the sidewalk, tapping her bloody machete nervously against her, also bloodstained, thigh. It had been twenty minutes and her nerves were on edge. When working with the forces of evil, twenty minutes was plenty of time to get yourself killed. Or worse, eaten and then killed. She had to think of something fast.
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