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She rips the bird’s mandibles with her teeth and she devours his tongue, clacking her jaws at the texture, the taste.
Beth’s not crazy. She knows that never works, too pleading. But she’s not. When the bipolar diagnosis came raining down….
Dave and Paula found Marcus’ body washed up in a bed of Phragmites along the river the next morning, not far down from the Chester River bridge.