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"I'd been running from the strange lady for awhile," Bark bit his tongue, squinted hard to hold back tears, "when I was caught by the thing. Friend of hers, big hairy fella, eight feet high, claws like daggers on the end of each finger. Cut deep, infected. I looked up, saw the woman laughing, came to later and I was somethin' else. Somethin' hairy, big and real nasty. Lon Chaney Jr. shite. Weren't like the movies though, I didn't feel a damn thing when I tore my way through any unfortunates who came near me. That changed when I met Chantal here. "
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