My eyes were hot, and my throat hurt. I felt it growing until I thought I would burst apart in bloody fragments. If his back hadn't hit the desk we'd have rolled him. The fangs were as yellowed from nicotine as the rest of his teeth.
That thought, that sharing fear made it easier to bear, brought a memory. He's just not awake yet. He refused to get out of my way. You left something out, I said.
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