Silver Pistol Howling
She offered me a long dark coat, all hot and heavy, and I thought, I couldn't Possibly... but Whatever! maybe Somebody knew better? I slipped it on, and Damn, if it didn't feel like second skin. Deep in, all animal, the way the wool was woven, wild, like from Sheep to Wolf. Or something, Spoken, inside Out. I can still hear the shot Ringing.
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