You, and maybe Louie. Soft brown in color, but what we both saw in those eyes was hard, and he knew that if he didn't get up and go, that she would talk him into anything, everything. He laughed and got out his door to walk around. Great, just great.
He had his doctorate and was a wererat. They fought for keeps when they fought. He turned in his seat as far as his seat belt would allow. The taste of our own blood in our mouths, bitter.
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