Part Four Magic

part four

magic

Desperation tastes like off milk, but we have devoured it many times.

We had our fill of it when a man asked us to save his wife. He was melting in it. He had so much, we might have become sick if we ever could become sick.

He loved his wife.

We took his wife.

She tasted far better than desperation.

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