On the Origin of Humanity
“Oh, God! I can still taste his blood in my mouth!”
He doubled over, puking all over the floor. Thick, dark red chunks splattered all over the floor, getting flecks of it all over the fabric of my pants. I don’t want to look, but I couldn’t close my eyes, I couldn’t back away. I saw partially digested blood, tiny pieces of cloth, like from a shirt or something, and a gold band that matches the one on Antonio's finger. Antonio saw it and his eyes went wide. Bloody spit dribbled down his chin and his hands were shaking.
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