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August 9, 2005

Michele: All Of Us Food That Hasn't Died

They came out at night, when the shadows of dusk faded and all that was left was a blackened stillness that, within minutes, became bloated with sound.

The buzzing was incessant and maddening and continued until dawn broke each morning, when they stopped their hunt for flesh and blood.

One night the creak of a door was heard among the buzzing. Marinda walked into the blackness and let them feed upon her, their beaks like hooks in her flesh, ripping her skin from her bones, dining and slurping until at last they were sated.

And they were heard no more.

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