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The hook slipped neatly through the meat of my daughter's cheek, parting skin and sinew like a fin through still water. She grinned around it, teeth pink, tongue pushing against the gleaming metal. The barb jutted from her upper jaw like an extra canine.
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The other guy at the hotel bar was the friendly type, grey at the temples, with the stocky blue-collar build of a man who never lifted a barbell in his life, but could still bench-press me over his head, just the same. "Bill Butcher," he said, extending a meaty hand. I shook it and gave him my name.
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