Kit-Kat yelped, "What the - Who? - How?"
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Angelos was done with the wings. His breathing grew heavy as they shrunk, molted, and retreated into his back. The wounds healed up, replaced by his usual scars.
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It took a couple minutes to extinguish the fire. Ther grabbed the book - only slightly singed - and put it in a flame-proof box. Then she sat down on the charred blankets.