From: [[]] Reared in a dark cellar on the succulent flesh of hopes, far from the unforgiving glare of realistic expectation: nothing says FEED ME like a colossal maggot with a rose clenched in its beak. [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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