Things Slip Through
“If that’s what you want, sweetie, so I can come eat your eyes out later . . . ”
She stomped and to her surprise, Bob flinched. “No! No more lies, Bob! You can’t get anybody else because if you could, you woulda left by now! So no more! You can’t hurt me, because I said no. You can’t touch me!
“Leave! Me. ALONE!”
Bob threw back his triangle-shaped head and roared. He swelled into a rippling mass of nightmarish muscle, a man, lizard, and a snake—something ancient, primal, and evil.
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