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Beautiful Youth

04/28/2026 14:58h
The mouth of the girl who had lain long in the rushes looked so nibbled. When they opened her chest, her esophagus was so holey. Finally in a bower under the diaphragm they found a nest of young rats. One little thing lay dead. The others were living off kidneys and liver drinking the cold blood and had had themselves a beautiful youth. And just as beautiful and quick was their death: the lot of them were thrown into the water. Ah, will you hearken at the little muzzles’ oinks!