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Biting at the neck I feel their flesh tear under my teeth like a thin film. It pulls away like popped bubblegum but remains flowing like silk in zero gravity. It tastes sweet but not sickly. Then hearty and warm like fresh bread. I let the flavour linger by choice, to savour it. It reminds me of a place I've never been to with a roaring fireplace and comfy old chairs that smell like your grandparents' house. Where there is a hot drink and a snack there for you should you come to call, no matter the time or circumstance. A place I have never seen or heard of per say, but in the flavour of their flesh I feel at home. They hold me close and I can feel how warm they are. How cold I am.