I am AVA the angel of death. Winds roar when my noises sound. Once upon a time there was a cat who loved to eat kids and stuff. Hummus was his favorite food. Cats normally can't eat hummus, but this one could. This cat was the king of the cats. He called his cat generals and cat horses and cat men and cat kids and cat wives and cat husbands and cat kids again and again. And the cat wives and husbands were left behind while the soldiers and the families of the soldiers prepared for war.
Desire
Norman Holmes wanted ice cream. Like his life depended on it. He couldn't pull himself away from his work so he tried using a food ordering app to get the delectable frozen delight. After paying the tip, Norman viciously enjoyed his ice cream. Tearing into each bite like a string cut off a shoelace, Norman was determined to make this meal the best he had had in months. After finishing the ice cream, Norman felt desire well up inside him again. He wanted to see his cats. But he was at work. With a job to do, there was no time for distractions. Every second he wasted could allow a criminal timier time to hide their tracks. As a detective Norman holds himself to a certain standard. He has a self imposed set of rules to hold upon himself. Sometimes he wondered why he set up such a system when it would be easier to play without a rulebook, but decorum, decency and righteousness keep him from smashing the world altogether. Detectives are a dedicated bunch. Nary a fly shall go unturned, ...
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