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The beast tore through her —
She screamed in pain … in horror —
I munched on popcorn.
About the Creator
Marcellus Grey
I write fiction and poetry that explore longing, emotional depth, and quiet transformation. I’m drawn to light beers, red wine, board games, and slow evenings in Westminster.
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