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e found herself not very hungry.He smiled, finding her dressed in yellow rather like his little cousin's pet duckling when she was a child. It was also yellow and tender, bobbing its head and shaking...made him want to rip her to shreds."Do you like him, huh"He hummed softly, biting down hard on her red lips. The hot air he exhaled, mingled with the scent of alcohol, made her a little dizzy."No... t...