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the chin. “Hah!” the girl shouts, grabbing the creature’s upper arm and shoving it sharply against the ribcage. It’s like shoving a tree. The limb bends, but the trunk? Steady steady. “Hah!” the girl shouts again, lowering her shoulders and thrusting forward. Sweating, red-faced, she falls back. Has it even shifted its weight? She glares desperately up at the face. Does it even notice her? A hand shoots out and snares the lapel of the girl’s jacket. She gasps. The creature moans. “You can only go down so fucking far, bitch! I’m down as low as it goes.” The mouth twitches