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The predator delights in the chaos of stealth movements in the night..
These are moments of glee before the strike.
The predators’ strike comes fast spewing venom and carelessly landing on the innocent.
The pain and shock are enough to tear a family apart.
But that would give the predator another moment of glee. Continue reading