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| - I heard, as if from underwater, the final growls of the hunter. I could see, through the long dark tunnels my eyes had become, his dark shape. The dark shape stepped forward, and swung his hand. I felt a gasp, and I realized that he had sliced an enormous wound in my torso which fulled my chagrin. James grinned, and pulled out an empty wine bottle. He opened it, and let my blood fall inside with a drip drip drip.
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| - I heard, as if from underwater, the final growls of the hunter. I could see, through the long dark tunnels my eyes had become, his dark shape. The dark shape stepped forward, and swung his hand. I felt a gasp, and I realized that he had sliced an enormous wound in my torso which fulled my chagrin. James grinned, and pulled out an empty wine bottle. He opened it, and let my blood fall inside with a drip drip drip. "Don't worry." James said at last, "I'll rip off your head right now, before it hurts." I was too tired to protest, despite the fact that I was about to get beheaded. And with that, he grabbed my head and yanked. Everything became black.
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