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Wtf that's it?

“She touched the piece of tongue in her purse, wizened and drying. She had wrapped it in a silk scarf and stuffed it into the bottom. Touching it, its toughening ridges and edges, was reassuring. If she was getting too weak, too bloated, she would have it to eat, tough flesh made salty and satisfying to tear through. Like the dried seaweed she’d tried one summer in her childhood.”

Not jerky?

“She couldn’t help herself; she bit into the cheek, feeling the soft skin surrender to her, the rawness of the flesh so cold and beautiful and relenting against her teeth. So full of wet savory flavour, a taste as bright as a fresh wound.”

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Was that a whole ass chapter on eating 😺

“Lauren imagined rolling his eyes on her tongue. She would enjoy their plump, round wetness hitting over her teeth and against her cheek, sucking on their slick soft membrane, before biting down.

Would they taste of cool spring water? Warm rain? She wanted to own their color in her cells forever.“

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‘“Do you know anything about the volunteer?”

“Young. Female. Antidepressants but nothing else. Drank a lot of rum and brandy, ate a lot of sugary things.”

“Oh, that’s excellent.”’

Yummy?

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