red glow of stranger's taillights, towns that show. how scary life is … I'll see, trafficked out by cars, farms, places sucked away by … Ancestry to them is no car, cash, or dreams. I've been …. Who knew? Or knows why stories like odd whims …. mostly man most would say, if asked. I don't. Good enough to drive and think of all I won't. do again as Shadow coils and closes round everything. It muffled Molly's weird sound. of throat-clench that was a kind of nightmare. Like my … …

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Good Dog – The Idaho Review