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Dining Out

Carnivore lay in wait like, the feline among the sparrows. “Come sip my nectar, sweet syrupy elixir it’s free for the taking, a desirous sensation to lull you to sleep” sings Darlingtonia. Within ruby pitcher, tendril awaits, a cavernous throat dining on insects, perhaps a frog or tree shrew for the gullet of unassuming Cobra Lily, pitfall trap.

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