Xolotl's Luck

He slumps down on the damp wood, his neck pulsing against the icy rail. A final sigh, the empty bottle rolls from his blue fingers to the gravel.

"This gives a whole new meaning to 'catching the train', ya know?" A ragged black dog chuckles above him.

"I'll never be late again… Filthy fuckin' dog…"

 

K. Shock.

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