I'll behave, if he does, I said. It was like an odd version of an old-time lion tamer act, except the chair served an entirely different purpose. Dawn is near, and I must rest. I am not acting like a child.
But leather couldn't help against the cold I was fighting. Our beasts spilled out of our mouths, and brushed metaphysical furred sides down each other, as we spilled inside each other's bodies. I touched my cheek where Barbara Brown had sliced me, and it still hurt. I wanted to grab him by the shoulders and shake him.
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