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... maw with both broken teeth in his hands, their uneven weight dragging slightly at his wrists.
The surface of each one was goomy slick, and he made a quiet effort not to think about what coated them as he adjusted his grip, once, then again, until the positioning felt as stable as he could manage under the circumstances.
He exhaled slowly through his nose.
"...Timing," he murmured under his breath.
[Two seconds.]
"I know."
Fwissh! < ...
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