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Vince sniffed, wiping his nostrils with his thumb as he re-entered the living room. Patrick looked up from the television. "How was she?" He asked quietly. Vince knew that Pat was looking at the gore on his body, to gauge how much he hurt this girl. He reminded Vince a little of a vulture, like that. Vince sniffed again, picking up his cigarettes. "She was divine," he responded slowly, then a glance to the kitchen. Lyn was pulling lasagna out of the oven, store bought for sure.