Copy ImageYour death, strange human. I mean, your injury. No murder, just a little maiming. So I can leave. Maiming’s not so bad
Eliza Crewe
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But worries are for people who can’t pull grown men apart with their bare hands
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I eye the three of them, considering. They’ll need a lesson in discretion before I go. Not a lethal lesson. Mom wouldn’t like that
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My teeth rip skin; my jaws snap bones. I am fast, lightning-fast, snuff— oh-was-that-your-life?—oh-was-that-your-life?— fast
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Oooooh, don’t make her mad!
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