Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast
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She sat at the kitchen table, saying nothing.
“Ya snapped it, didn’t ya.” Brody leaned forward. Chiseled jaw and dark eyes, his teeth too white, his frat bro was all bulging biceps and bottled tan. “Gonna shove her next to the ice cream?” Bro laughed and then lit a joint as he strolled to the window, his eyes peering at Eidolon below. “Predictable fucker, just like always.”
“It wasn’t something I planned, you know?” he said.
“Right,” his bro said. “She’ll end up with the meat in the walk-in.”
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