God’s Teeth,? he says. ‘I was only trying to wake you. You were crying out in your sleep.’ ‘I was not,’ I say, then look from his neck to my knife. ‘When I tried to wake you, you stabbed me.’ He sounds sore put out. and I cannot blame him.
-R.L. LaFevers
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