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Little kids, drinking ru vodka They’d make faces at the horrible taste and the burn of it, then they’d take another sip

Food poisoning last week, two kids sharing soered into Dahra’s so-called hospital with fevers A hundred and four degrees Voet down them Thank God for Lana, she’d saved them, but it was a close call Lana’s poorked better on wounds, things that were broken

There would be s More accidents Like the boy who had fallen off the roof He’d fallen two stories, and no one had seen him fall His sister had found the body

He was buried in the town square now, next to the victims of the battle

Caine was still out there Drake Pack Leader All of them still out there, so he was done with them, until Drake and his crew hit Ralph’s

In the old days if you had just a little money you could make a phone call and, thirty iant pizza

Melted, bubbly, brown cheese Greasy pepperoni Just like that Just like it was no big deal He would sell his soul for a pizza

Astrid was religious, so probably no, she was not lying in her bed thinking of hih when they kissed she didn’t see away She loved him, he knew that for sure And he loved her With all his heart

But there were other feelings, in addition to love Kind of attached to the love feeling, but different, too

And Chinese Oh, man, the little white cardboard boxes full of sweet-and-sour chicken and lemon chicken and Szechuan prawns He’d never cared much for Chinese food But it beat cans of butter beans and half-cooked pinto beans and what passed for tortillas made out of flour and oil and water and burned on a stove

Someone would probably come and wake him up, soon, only he wouldn’t be asleep They ca Saht Orc all drunk and breaking s for no reason

It wouldn’t be Sam, the pizza’s here

It wouldn’t be Astrid saying Sam, I’m here

Sam drifted off to sleep Astrid caown, and said, Sam, it’s okay, EZ’s alive

Even asleep, Sam knew that was a dream