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... he blood-thirsty instinct that I have whenever I lose control… but much more sinister.
My consciousness slips for a second before I look at my hand. A mouth of a ferocious dinosaur was surrounding my hand. It was layered with serrated teeth that bent in all ways, black and slightly transparent.
The mouth almost reacted instinctively to the incoming black and white lights since it stretched out and expanded to 10 times its original size. It then created a neck of its own and wrapp ...
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