Another year, another birthday, and another story on top of that. This week we have a tale of a predator who is, less than willing, but a cult of meals eager to slide down her throat~.

It is interesting, how I insist that time makes its mark on me. I look in the mirror and see nothing but what was always there, but my mind fills in the blanks if many lives and people I have been, from when I was young enough to remember. And similar, I can imagine a time, when I am old enough to forget.

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