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Fuck fuck fuck, the crouching devils are having their say. Fuck fuck fuck your eyes. Dozens of demons now, sniffing about the place. These ones are really dim though. Low-end fiends. Barely able to lift their chins off the hardwood floor. I get up and shoo them away. Flatten a few with my work boots. One reaches up and tells me we’ve met before. Listen: in 1954, you may not recall, but I sold you some fish from my stall. A lovely piece of sole for your dinner. And another one for mummy too. It seems like it was only yesterday, but that was when we had you. Filled you full, and fattened you up up up.
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