Long and cast-black against the moonless rays, limb reaches up from the joint. 90 to 180 degrees. Flick of the wrist...digits flitting around, fingering for the latch. Finds it. Swings the cupboard door open...A hop. Up on the counter, tiny feet,finding traction, on toast crumbs beside the toaster oven. A well-portioned black of pupil swallows what
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