" "I can't. Her knees were trembling, her whole frame was shaken with sobs. Every moment or two he bent over his patient. The moisture from the sea was constant, and she spent countless hours staring at the sea from the west tower, the rise and fall of waves. Another picture slid across her vision. His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. She would buy a Greyhound ticket to New Orleans, make a kill or two, then travel into Texas and seduce some wandering man into taking her to Mexico, feast upon him once they got there. The clouds were nearly black with rain, threatening to spill sleet in daggers and torrents.
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