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You won’t get yourself in trouble lovergirling here, Starr . . . You won’t have the time.”
The music lurched on, and so did the dancer, jerking here and there like a puppet, one beat behind the tune at all times.
No mindless hunger. The badly painted lips peeled off those sharp pink teeth. “Amy,” the ghoul panted. “Amy, I still dream about you.”
Anyone who looked less like a carol she’d be hard-pressed to name. The Widower didn’t even look like a dirge.
“Fabulous work, honey,” said the Widower. “Oh, go fuck yourself,” snapped Lucille. Then she dipped her head back to feed.
