Who Goes Under My Bridge?

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Lunch is above me.
My stomach roars like an enraged lion.
I lunge upon the bridge and expose my claws, gleaming like a row of knives, and I prepare to flay him.
“Wait for my brother,” my lunch stammers “he is much fatter.”
He vanishes like mist.





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