Cici, the larger of the rottweilers entered the pub, head low. The dog’s lip curled back in a vicious snarl. Her incisors were each the length of a human hand. Holy shit, I thought. Donut was still snared for another twenty seconds. Gustavo hadn’t come in, and I assumed the other dog remained outside on the ground, gnawing on Samantha. Something changed in Lucia’s demeanor. I could see it on her face, almost like a shadow falling across it. What is that? She looked at the giant dog and said, “You want a head to play with, too, don’t you sweet Cici? Kill the kitty. Keep the head for yourself.
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