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Quackity never knew hunger, before Schlatt. Oh, he had known a need for food. He had known going to bed with his stomach still growling. But he didn't know hunger. He didn't know just how deep, and how expansive of an ache he was capable of feeling.
There is no other word for it. Hunger.
Or: Quackity eats his dead husband.
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19 Mar 2023
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Imagery at its finest. What a beautiful way to love something empty