Quietly sneaking down stairs she came to what she assumed was the guest fridge and opened it, pulling out a rack of ribs she carried it in her maw and retreated back up stairs.
Nearing what was to be her door she opened it slowly, it was dark and musty, Carmine scrunched her nose and opened the window, gnawing on the ribs she encircled the bed and plopped down staring at the wall....
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C'ome on folks, lighten up, death is at your heels.
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