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ts, the family assumed they’d slept together.”

“Ah,” Andre said. “Practical.”

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“The mist on the glass is congealing, ’tis the hurricane’s icy breath. And it shows how the warmth of friendship grows cold in the clasp of death. So stand, stand to your glasses steady, and drink to your sweetheart’s eyes.”

First things first.

like a dog pack about to be set loose.

turn him into a hood

hollering his head off,

fins and tails

all those little animals waiting around to belong to somebody

I was so scared I dropped my head down on the counter and cried for the first time I could remember.

I looked all around. There wasn’t any colors anywhere.