Once, before she took my girlfriend into the basement and harvested her, we went leg shopping. She doesn't need to us thin spots or equipment to change wherever we are, I'm not even sure it's the same thing as what we have, you don't feel like you've moved, you're just abruptly someplace else. She wanted to show me where she got parts when hers wore out and I didn't really have a way of saying, 'No thank you.' It was dark there, but I remember what I could see very clearly. It was as if someone had made a small island out of human meat. It was all mixed together but I could see the individual pieces mixed in, an arm here or a leg there, sometimes a mouth, but it was all together like it was all one big block. Some of it moved. All around us, there were these human-ish things, small like a child and faces with no eyes with a mouth halfway up their head where the nose should be. There were a lot of them scurrying around on all fours with parts in their mouths. Somewhere close by, one chewed up a hand and stamped it into a small hole in the island. Mother was crouched a few feet away, rummaging through I suppose was a pile of building material, legs mostly, disembodied faces, it was still new and very wet. When she found two of her choosing, she attached them with ease to her body and stood up to show me. I remember telling her something but I don't remember what, it prompted her to touch my cheek and we were home again.
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