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- I put up a hand. "Get away, Cujo!"
- Fido sank his teeth into my wrist. He shook his head, sending incredible waves of pain up my arm.
- "Get off! Get off!"
- Fido shook again.
- "Ahhhhhh!" I screamed.
- A baseball bat was leaning against a wall. A Louisville slugger. I slid toward it, Fido hanging from my arm like a very ugly charm bracelet. Picked it up with the hand that wasn't being eaten. Whacked Fido across his haunches. Just hard enough to get his attention - not enough to really hurt him. Okay, so I'd broken into his home but he didn't have to amputate my arm.
- "Arm..." Fido growled quietly, released, and dropped.
- I held up my mangled arm.
- Fido backed off about two feet, watching me hungrily.
- A neat semicircle of puncture holes marked my wrist. A little blood dripped toward my elbow. Bat under my injured arm, I grabbed an old T-shirt off the bed. Wrapped it around my wrist.
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