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And realized that the night air was clear. |
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He tipped back his head, scowling, wanting to feel the hot rain on his face, wondering where it had gone. Above him, the clouds parted. The glare of the full moon hurt his eyes and made him squint. |
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Buddy, spear in hand, leaped from the window. 'Let's nail'em, man! Which way'd they go?' |
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Lou nodded toward the front of the house. |
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They ran over the slippery grass, Lou longing for the rain to come back but knowing he would soon have Deniseand that would be great. |
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John knew he'd blown it. He shouldn't have taken the cop's revolver. He shouldn't have gone on the quick rescue mission to save Carol. He'd made the crazies too damn aware of him. In spite of his bloody face and the wet, black jacket he'd taken from the old man in the kitchen, they seemed to realize he wasn't one of them. |
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Twelve, fifteenmaybe morewere converging on the corner of the foyer where he knelt with Lynn and Cassy. |
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Should've just played along. Might've made it. |
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Lynn and Cassy had given up their act. They were |
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