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Carl had gone all Wes Craven, all Freddy Krueger. Carl had gone ballistic. There was blood spouting all over the room, making a high-speed pitter-patter sound on the walls.
She’s breathing gently, long slow breaths. I imagine her soul going in and out: wanting to leave, wanting to come back, wanting to leave, wanting to come back.