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dived through the window, and the spear stuck in the wall just beneath the sill. |
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Lou scanned the dark room. Nothing moved. Had they all managed to get out? |
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He caught up with Buddy. Side by side, they raced for the window. He whipped the barbecue fork from side to side, relishing his memory of stabbing its tines into Denise's firm rump, aching to sink it into her breasts. |
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Outside the window, a girl sprang up. Her arm shot over the sill. She flung something from a small bag, then dropped out of sight. |
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Buddy gasped, 'Fuck!' One of his legs flew sideways. He tumbled, crossing in front of Lou, tripping him. Lou fell over Buddy's back. His forehead bumped the shaft of the spear. The long fork in his right hand whapped the blanket spread under the window. His other hand pounded down, something like a small rock jamming its heel. |
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Is that what the bitch had tossed into the room? A bunch of marbles? |
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Lou scurried off Buddy. He crawled onto the blanket. Beneath it, glass crunched. A tiny, hard ball dug into his knee. Another marble. |
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He got to the sill and pulled himself up. Poking his head out the window, he caught a glimpse of Denise, the girl and Tom dashing alongside the house. |
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He crawled through the window and jumped. Standing on the fallen screen, he saw the three disappear around the house's corner. |
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