Nathaniel shook his head, hugging himself tight. me from tearing out his throat, or breaking through that thin office door and slaughtering everyone outside. He turned huge, stricken eyes to me. How hurt are you? I asked.
I know, I know, how middle-America, how small town. He grinned. He began to run up the other bank, began to run with the night and the trees and the smells. I'll lose him if I tell him that.
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