She could be such a silent ballerina of a butcher, a soft padded graceful skimmer across grass and weeds.  It is unclear how many birds, mostly of the small peaceful dove variety, she took with her.  How many rats she devoured in fits of ecstasy, only to then expectorate like an unhinged public school boy More

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