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Show 81, Jeffries, Islamorada "A what, darling?" But that wasn't right, for on hushed, padded feet two more had come, that one with the spiked collar a mastiff; they stared stonily over the muscled body of the first, giving an impression of some Cereberus, far from home under these cold stars. And Diamond hearing their steamed breathing and soft, greedy yelping, said, "Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you about our Doberman gangs after his break-in Doctor Jones has been letting them run nights, but they're harmless, unless you look suspicious-" "No, this would look normal to them, one o'clock in the-" While the white teeth sparkled, God what did they eat to get such white teeth-and the three-headed illusion was lost as the two newcomers moved to block and circle him, with a trace of wolfish instinct. "Good fellows, there. Diamond you've got to do something." "Well I can't come out, and I'm not really dressed-Dory really they just want you to play with them. Big pups!" she gave her neighborly whisper out at them. "They've been to obedience school." |