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“I feel myself leaning forward; my eyes are closed. Everything is a very deep, dark red. Then, I feel hot skin on my lips. My mouth opens. My tongue feels its way. Ben's skin is sweet. I feel immensely powerful. I feel like my whole self is contained in just my teeth; they're ready to bite.”

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Woman, Eating

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