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It Was Very Strange, For I Knew We Were Both In Mortal Danger. Still, In That Instant, I Felt Well. Whole. I Could Feel My Heart Racing In My Chest, The Blood Pulsing Hot And Fast Through My Veins Again. My Lungs Filled Deep With The Sweet Scent That Came Off His Skin. It Was Like There Had Never Been Any Hole In My Chest. I Was Perfect - Not Healed, But As If There Had Been No Wound In The First Place.

At Least I Died Trying. And I Won.i Never Gave Them Away. I Never Hurt Them. I Did My Best To Find Them. I Tried To Keep My Promise... I Die For Them.

Silently, I Lifted My Doggy Bowl Off The Floor. Then, With A Quick, Powerful Flip Of My Wrist, I Threw It Into The Back Of Blondie’s Head So Hard That – With An Earsplitting Bang – It Smashed Flat Before It Ricocheted Across The Room And Snapped The Round Top Piece Off The Thick Newel Post At The Foot Of The Stairs.

It Is A Strange World," I Murmered, More To Myself Than To The Native Soul. "the Strangest," He Agreed.

Once People Start Throwing Wet Stuff, I Go Inside.