FIRE FLICKED OUT OF HIS TONGUE LIKE A SNAKE'S DOES WHEN IT MEETS ITS PREY.
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FIRE FLICKED OUT OF HIS TONGUE LIKE A SNAKE'S DOES WHEN IT MEETS ITS PREY.
