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Her dying image was that of her daughter cowered in the corner between the toilet and the shower, eyes wide and fixed, mouth hanging agape, frozen in a scream caused by God knows what.
His eyes drifted to the liquor store down the road, which seemed to be glowing in the sunlight like a siren beckoning a drunken sailor.
The lady with the two-thousand-dollar designer dog is quoting me on the virtues of animal rescue.
Dogs feed off your emotions.”
The yellow light illuminated the hallway to show Mikey crawling across the ceiling and back to his bedroom.
Conehead was standing on his hind legs staring straight at Matt, grinning ear to ear.
The brown paper bag full of the mean spirit stared back at him.
Kicking other drugs might make you feel like you’re dying but shaking booze cold turkey can be fatal.
deaths and two home invasions in just under a week, and the only link is a Labrador named Conehead.”
delirium tremens
“It’s OK to be scared, son,” he said, keeping his focus. “It’s what you do when you’re scared that counts.”
