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Beast
It’s eating me. I'm sitting on the couch. As I sink deeper, I wrap my pudgy hands around the remote, glaring at the screen. I contemplate the monster. Sweat sticks ...
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Beast 0.5
iv. At the kitchen table. Thin, steady drip of the sink, bottoms of my feet are itching, flies squabbling. Dizzy orbits. Hairy black bodies, engorged like nostrils. Tapping at the ...