Things Slip Through
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“Great. Just great. Meg loves shopping for odds and ends there, and maybe it’s evil. WONDERFUL.”
“Well, perhaps not evil, just . . . ”
I wave him off, massaging my aching temples with my other hand. “Yeah, yeah. I got it. Holy God, Gavin. Demons, evil houses and doctors, ghosts, redneck voodoo zombie witch doctors and monsters . . . what the hell else have we got in this town?”
He tips his head at the book. “How about gods . . . ”
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