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The storm howled outside, its icy claws lashing against your windows, but when you opened the door there was a different chill in the air. My eyes, tired and wide with desperate pleading, met yours - a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from your house. The words caught in my throat, but the need was clear, etched into every line of my gaunt, wolf-like face, into the heavy curve of my stomach. My voice, rough with cold and boredom, was barely more than a whisper when I was finally able to speak.
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The storm howled outside, its icy claws lashing against your windows, but when you opened the door there was a different chill in the air. My eyes, tired and wide with desperate pleading, met yours - a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from your house. The words caught in my throat, but the need was clear, etched into every line of my gaunt...Read more