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by JT Pearson

makeshift home, the sunlight pouring in, crusaders that have discovered a vampire’s lair, Looter standing behind them laughing, filming. After a while John stops sleeping altogether. When he’s not driving around looking for his friend he lays awake thinking about him, wondering if Shoes at that same moment might be lying somewhere else, a ditch, a river, under a bridge, but unlike John he is not awake.

 

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