Does she now think me taciturn because of my abrupt departure when she spoke her introduction? I cannot speak to her when the hunger overwhelms me, wanting me to feed on her. I do not wish to devour her as I have so many. Her delicate gaze upon me feels as though she crushes my soul like an egg in her bare hand. I yearn for her company, her warmth to encompass me. If it were possible, maybe I could sit with her. It reads my thoughts, knowing what I desire and laughs at me. It will never allow it.

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