Cujo slept. He lay on the verge of grass by the porch, his - TopicsExpress



          

Cujo slept. He lay on the verge of grass by the porch, his mangled snout on his fore-paws. His dreams were confused, lunatic things. It was dusk, and the sky was dark with wheeling, red-eyed bats. He leaped at them again and again, and each time he leaped he brought one down, teeth clamped on a leathery, twitching wing. But the bats kept biting his tender face with their sharp little rat-teeth. That was where the pain came from. That was where all the hurt came from. But he would kill them all. He would-- STEPHEN KING
Posted on: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 09:34:52 +0000

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