He may be hungry, always hungry, but even now the Master isn't too fond of the smell of vomit. He wrinkles his nose and glares at his former wife, shrinking back from the growing puddle at her feet. How dare she cringe from what she created?
"Things change," he snaps. "I'm sure you, of all people, realize that."
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"Things change," he snaps. "I'm sure you, of all people, realize that."