Guiding the wind to form a ball around the bodies; He scrunched them up into a concentrated, congealed blob of meat...
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Placing it lightly on his left hand's, open palm; They smiled maliciously...
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Wobbling it back and forth and further backwards into his mouth, a sound akin to swallowing echoed throughout the now, nearly abandoned street...
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"Y-You..."
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At last, one of them broke...