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I was supposed to take care of them. I even bought them a tiny house so they could feel safe, loved, protected. But something in me changed... I couldn't help it. I picked them up one by one, stared at their little faces, and slowly brought them to my mouth. I loved them. And I swallowed them. You’ll see every bite, every chew, every betrayal. It was gentle. It was personal. It was inevitable.