>VISITING THE MESSIAH

>There go the dead. Stalking your floor. White-eyed beneath their hair: all nails and earlobes and slashed-up grins. You stand at the fridge, arming your face with the warmth of a twenty-watt bulb, your one point of confidence. Your back, bare to any attack.

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