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Wafting through space, passing through time.
Peeping through the cracks, waiting for him to come.
Striding silently through the narrow pathway.
Mitts in hands, appetite in man.
Slowly, slowly, slowly.
A gust of wind, a flaring glare.
Breath on frosted glass, condensing water drops.
Singed hairs, muffled yelp.
Searing pain.
A growing smile.
Erratic Behaviour
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