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The insect crawled across the counter idly, completely unaware of Cobs’ presence. It was one of those large, flat, disgusting things, some sort of cockroach-adjacent creature. He closed his book, eyeing the creature intently for a moment.
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He brought the book down upon the insect’s body before it could flee, crushing it into a twitching lump of tissue in an instant. He felt his breathing turn heavier, strangely exhilarated as he raised it again, then once more swung it down to hit the counter.
THUNK
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The insect was now little but two dark stains; one on the counter and one on the back cover of the book. Cobs turned the book over and placed it elsewhere on the counter. He couldn’t lie, it felt good to snuff it out like that, end its life with his own hands, by his own will. He wiped the stains away with a damp paper towel, which he promptly threw in the bin, and returned calmly to his book.