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Mar 2020
The streets are ripe with opportunity. I see them walking around unaware. I focus on what they need, I see every detail of their personality. Like a Spider I bide my time until I see what I like and draw it into my web. It doesn't matter if it is day or night, the hunting ground is always plentiful. You must not project fear or appear as a threat. Only when you have lured them in should you take off the mask and reveal your truest self. By the time they realize what has happened, it is then too late. Like a fish that eats a bated hook, they are drawn in. Then as a cat will toy with a mouse, I play with my victim to my sheer delight and their utter terror. Finishing slowly and carefully, until at last the deed is done. Then I keep a memory and move on to the next one. Waiting as the hunger slowly builds and I again begin my quest for new Prey.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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