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I have fed upon the hot, ruby grappa of a Collins.

Carolyn Collins, to be precise.

I found her to be exquisite.

Is this a transgression?  What is left for me to transgress?

I take.  I consume. I survive.

Because I can.

Call me monster, and if that is what I shall be, then let me revel in it.

I am reborn.

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