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Everyone’s Gone Mad, Typing To Themselves All Day Long Like Mindless Robots.

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Whitney Smacked Coop's Snout While Simultaneously Pressing Herself Deeper Into The Couch. Coop Fixed Her With An Unblinking Ice-blue Stare, Gray-brown Fur Bristling Along His Spine. "tory!" Whitney Squealed. "he's Going To Attack!" "maybe." I Walked Into The Kitchen And Snagged A Diet Coke From The Fridge. "try To Protect Your Throat.

Violence Wounds The Body And It Wounds The Soul. Of The Predator. Of The Prey. Of The Mourners. Of Collective Humanity. It Diminishes Us All.

You All Right Now?" "i'm Exceptional. Wonderful. Thanks For The Concern. You Complete Me.