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Shadow
rolled
over
on
the
foam
rubber
,
finding
new
places
that
hurt
as
he
rolled
,
hoping
that
he
had
not
woken
fully
and
relieved
to
find
sleep
was
enfolding
him
once
more
.
Someone
was
shaking
his
shoulder
.
He
wanted
to
ask
them
not
to
wake
him
,
to
let
him
sleep
and
leave
him
be
,
but
it
came
out
as
a
grunt
.
"
Puppy
?
"
said
Laura
.
"
You
have
to
wake
up
.
Please
wake
up
,
hon
.
"
And
there
was
a
moment
’
s
gentle
relief
.
He
had
had
such
a
strange
dream
,
of
prisons
and
con
-
men
and
down
-
at
-
heel
gods
,
and
now
Laura
was
waking
him
to
tell
him
it
was
time
for
work
,
and
perhaps
there
would
be
time
enough
before
work
to
steal
some
coffee
and
a
kiss
,
or
more
than
a
kiss
;
and
he
put
out
his
hand
to
touch
her
.
Her
flesh
was
cold
as
ice
,
and
sticky
.
Shadow
opened
his
eyes
.
"
Where
did
all
the
blood
come
from
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Other
people
,
"
she
said
.
"
It
’
s
not
mine
.
I
’
m
filled
with
formaldehyde
,
mixed
with
glycerin
and
lanolin
.
"
"
Which
other
people
?
"
he
asked
.
