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... ed at the living with eyes burning with hatred.
"I feel like we're the last survivors in this world," murmured Priam.
"It's a biodiversity disaster," agreed Louis.
"It's mostly a disaster for my nostrils," Blueberry grumbled.
Priam couldn't help but agree. With every inhale, he felt like he was breathing in the distilled scent of a charnel house.
"Even my cat's litter smells better," grimaced Louis, pinching his nose.
"What's that?" asked the bear, ...
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