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She could barely feel her face aside from a hot prickling numbness and the sound of bones crunching softly, like teeth pulled under anesthetic.  She bunched up that cute nose of hers, all pink and raw looking and no longer human at all.  Irma's scent was indeed getting stronger, as was every sound, every breeze, flooding April's overloaded senses.

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