I know by now that murder happens in the best of neighborhoods. I wanted hard. It flared over us in a rushing wave of heat and light, until my vision swam in pieces, and we both cried out with one voice. You're joking, I said.
No, Mom, it's not that close to the full moon. I couldn't stop a small jerk of pain. I'd seen what flesh-eating zombies could do to people. I flipped the phone open and said, Hey, Zerbrowski, what's up? Hey back at you.
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