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You stared at Boyd in front of you, slowly loosing blood. The look of sadness, and betrayal evident on his face. A single tear rolled down your cheek, as you removed your claws from where you had torn into his abdomen.
"I'm sorry, Boyd."
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"i like to slap my dough before i roll it out to cook."
