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Show 69, Jeffries, Islamorada the mongoose, then I am fucked for sure, so. . .we'll see, hey? Just give me the room, smart boy, associate professor of predation, it's the old college try, you stay composed there, cause. . .here we go. . . Sudden gray and red sliding off into the red-stem dogwood along the trapline. "Well if that's one less pelt," he said softly, in the tiredness after fear, "around some old lady's neck. . ." Her small cold hand worked into his. "Dory saying I'm proud of you just now doesn't really begin-" "Row I understand what you do," he said to her. "It's sort of like, but backwards of, what Dracula's stooge was doing in that psychiatric prison, with the sugar, the flies, a spider, a bird-collecting lives." "That's it, a life-orientation; you know I'm not a religious person but I can go along with the idea of us, of people being given dominion over the animals, but maybe in a more positive way. . ." For an instant, the flash of how touch-me-not looks, a foot off the ground. Quick waltz-tempo across running water. The wild brother. "Dory, I think you just made a friend." |
