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I Have Come To Think Of Violence As A Self-perpetuating Mania Of The Power Of The Aggressive Over Those Less Strong.

Whitney Smacked Coop's Snout While Simultaneously Pressing Herself Deeper Into The Couch. Coop Fixed Her With An Unblinking Ice-blue Stare, Gray-brown Fur Bristling Along His Spine. "tory!" Whitney Squealed. "he's Going To Attack!" "maybe." I Walked Into The Kitchen And Snagged A Diet Coke From The Fridge. "try To Protect Your Throat.

I See You, Ben. I Always Have. You're In My Pack." He Pulled Away. "what If Being Packmates Isn't Enough For Me?

Let's Do It. Monkeys Are Always Funny. You Pretty Much Can't Go Wrong With A Monkey, Right? Hi Paused. Well Unless That Monkey Wants You Dead, Or Does Needle Drugs Or Something. Then It's Wrong, And A Bad Monkey.

She Wanted To Feel Safe. Untouchable In Her Home. The Ultimate Female Fantasy.