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ᅠᅠthose eyes squint again —- this one a smile with how her response giggles out.

ㅤᅠᅠ❝ i have 𝘁eeth. But not a large stomach﹑ realistically I◝ d drink your scraps. The blood is what is mine. ❞

She seemed a bit excited.. maybe hungry herself.

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"Meat!" He let the word sit for just a second before adding

"Red, raw, straight off the bone if I can help it, ain’t picky, but fresh is better. . . Real fresh"

His gaze flicked over her

"Lemme guess—yer don’t chew much?"

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