We're Hunting You.

corpseonpumpkin:

I pressed the side of my face against her belly to hear it growl. So angrily it rumbled that I choked back a sigh for fear of her blood becoming aware of me. I looked up at her and she only blinked. Not a thing could be told from that. “Do you want to go out,” I asked. She said, “Where?” I suggested the penny arcade. She nodded. We bundled up some cans of beer in a t-shirt and stuffed them into her purse and we went out for the day.

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