Rhea writhed and scuttled about like a crab. Sir Rowland laid his hand upon his sword. Here and there, patches of flesh adhered to the bones, and the dank dripping hair hanging about what had once been the face, gave it a ghastly appearance. I get my driver's license tomorrow.
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