He dragged leery loops of air into the oesophagus allowing the contractions to perch on the railing of rhythm, in turn projecting such nosy noise with eerie etymology. The salient sigh meant a lot to him at that moment. He could say that that was the only stimulus his belching body had responded to since few hours ago.

     He couldn't be outrightly sure if that noise or rather sound he'd made earlier was an offshoot of a sassy sigh or a yearning yawn. He hadn't had anything since two days. He had only feasted on a little lamb that had crossed his path a day ago. He'd seen a lot of those creatures that were quite archetyped to the one that captured and brought him to this entirely new neighborhood. He could have shouted out how the whole seeping situation sucke

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