I hear it somewhere behind me: a liquidy expulsive sound. I'm sitting on a patio inches from a sidewalk. Flinching, I'm unable to see through the shrub at my shoulder, but the origin of the noise slouches up the street, past my elbow, in all his denimed, tractor-capped glory.
"Sorry," he mutters.
Spring DOOM!!!
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*This spring, terror has a new name:*
*SCREAMING BLOOD-SOAKED LAGOMORPH RECKONING OF DOOOOOM*
*With everything you've come to expect from a low budget, E...
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