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The eyes are tougher than expected, aqueous humour slithers down my throat. A surprise, it’s minty. I know what you’re thinking, I left the brain. No, not so. I have consumed that organ piecemeal, sweet morsels since my teeth came in, it tastes like the sound of sirens you don’t know are screaming until they suddenly stop.
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