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It stared me in the eye. Its limbs were crooked. Its body
was so small that you could fit it in the palm of your hand. When it tried to speak
black bile dribbled from its mouth,
the mouthwatering prey, stood there on stilletos, legs like a gazelle
all scrawny and sinewous. They could kick fast, but they lacked strength and shape
and were in fact made of gasoline, which is as we all know a liquid. No wonder they had no shape just before exploding like a de-railed freight train.
