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A few seasons went by where he initiated her into the disgusting rituals of killing and eating human beings, a dark time where she pined for a rescuer who never arrived. "Mur—der!" roared Wood, struggling to free himself from his assailant, by whom he was half strangled. She ducked behind a pile of unused drywall. She was suddenly grave. Her hair was held back in a filigreed barrette. For her it was sufficient to know that somebody wanted her, that never again would she be alone, that always this boy with the dreams would be depending upon her. Suppose her father turned her out of doors! She did not care, she meant to go. "A little extra exertion will teach him the advantage of diligence at the proper season.
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