You stay here, the Indian said. Released, thebeast thumped heavily back to the ground, hissing even louder. Can't breathe, hardly. When I stroked it or squeezed ita certain way, I could tell that its maker had intended I do just that.
You're a mate. Who are you and how did you wind up here? Azador, the stranger said. _That's_ weird. His friend still looked odd--simplified somehow--but Orlando could not summon the energy to try to figure out what was wrong.
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