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Glutton

In the outskirts of a small town in Wyoming, it’d always been so quiet, so peaceful. The wind’s cool breeze spoke of isolation, the perfect word to describe the Murphy household with one, and only one

 
 
 
"The Stranger"

Blood. It soaked my gloved hand as I dug it into the dog's stomach. It stopped moving long ago, I just needed to scavenge. Liver was missing, lungs as well. Testicles were torn off-those sold very wel

 
 
 

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