_Hee-hee. I like this narrative.

  _I’ve read this before. How is it going to end this time? I can taste the flesh in my warm, waiting mouth, with my live waiting tongue. Or maybe the meat is the meat of my own lip. My teeth pierce through it just the same.

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  _God is waiting for the line of ants to move around his finger. I am the first ant.

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