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I never thought I could hate one letter so vehemently. One letter + One message = a pent up molten core of anger ans spite pounding, protesting, vying for freedom in my chest.  
After a graphic by Ruth Thompson Ebony claws filleted the air; giant entity rushes through the oily gash as its venomous blood boiled in the iris of its eyes. Its enormous wings bent
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