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- It
- swipes at him with one clawed handyes, he can see it is a hand, however hideously
- misshapen, a hand, the boy was right-and lays his throat wide open. Blood jets over
- the truck's windshield and dashboard; it drips into the bottle of Busch that has
- been sitting tilted against Constable Neary's crotch.
- The werewolf's other hand snags in Neary's freshly cut hair and yanks him half out
- of the Ford pick-up's cab. It howls once, in triumph, and then it buries its face
- and snout in Neary's neck. It feeds while the beer gurgles out of the spilled
- bottle and foams on the floor by the truck's brake and clutch pedals.
- August
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