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WinCo’s head sank into the pillow. “What if we formed a monster hunting organization where all stakeholders have equal ownership?” he posited, smiling blissfully.
Winn-Dixie, seated on the other edge of the bed, lit his cigarette and frowned. Their dalliance provided but the briefest respite from the darkness in his tortured soul, and the afterglow was quickly fading. With a sigh, he responded simply, “Bless your heart.”