"Until that afternoon in October four years ago, I hadn't known dogs could scream.

The terror, which would not end for another twenty-eight years–if it ever did end–began, so far as I know or can tell, with a boat made from a sheet of newspaper floating down a gutter swollen with rain.
The terror, which would not end for another twenty-eight years–if it ever did end–began, so far as I...
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