He'd cut himself off from so much, just because I couldn't handle it. My stepmother, Judith, keeps telling me that when I hit thirty I'll feel differently about all this girl stuff. Let's get you out of here, he said, and either he whispered, or my hearing wasn't all the way back. I stopped moving and looked down the barrel of my gun at him.
He twisted in Richard's desperate grip and lunged at me, mouth wide, fangs straining like a striking snake. What was he talking about? Of course, of course he could have more. Anita, please, tell him. I'd just begun to get the reactions from people who thought I was a lycanthrope.
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