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She felt so empty without him. She craved the smell of him- the taste of him. Maybe a snack would make her feel better. She opened up the refridgerator. Kevin's eyes stared blankly at her. All that was left was his head. She'd saved this for last. She got it out of its container and put on her apron. She was going to savor this last piece of him.
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