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Stay or leave?

I didn’t move. In each our own way, we could destroy each other, me by telling anybody who might believe me what I now knew about her, and her by swallowing me.
I thought of my choices. Running for it and abandoning her? She was right, I did love her, and wasn’t sure I could do that.
Stay? If I did, would I risk joining Jeremy and Fiona as a part of her body, if I somehow offended her, and she’d retaliate, swallowing me on that one way, no return journey?
Fear of the unknown is one thing. This was heavy with fear of the known.
Cindy finally spoke.
“One way or the other, put some clothes back on. Pizza guy’s already overdue.”
We both put our clothing back on. While doing so, she kept talking.
“I’m not a monster. I don’t swallow people for food or profit. I prefer ‘Mickey D’s’ or pizza any day, and you know from when you’ve taken me to a restaurant I have a preference for salad over meat or poultry. All I have is a weird ability that I’ve only used 3 times in the 35 years I’ve been alive. "
The doorbell rang.

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