If those monsters give you truck, that's okay, because you've got great big wheels to drive over anything in your path. You are sugar, pure sugar, and that is a preservative and a fuel. God speed, little darling.
They sat by the lakeside, those two chimera angel-monsters, watching the people move all around them. It was as if only they could see that the others were entirely monsters behind permanent angel masks.
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