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He
rammed
the
barrel
of
the
gun
forward
He
could
feel
the
terrified
wind
sucked
into
her
lungs
more
than
he
could
hear
it
Her
hands
beat
at
his
head
;
her
legs
drummed
against
the
floor
.
And
at
the
same
time
the
huge
body
tried
to
take
the
invader
and
enwomb
it
.
Outside
nothing
watched
them
but
the
bruised
sky
.
She
screamed
something
,
high
and
inarticulate
.
"
What
?
"
"
Mountains
!
"
"
What
about
them
?
"
"
He
stops
.
.
.
on
the
other
side
.
.
.
s
-
s
-
sweet
Jesus
!
.
.
.
to
in
-
make
his
strength
.
Med
-
in
-
meditation
,
do
you
under
-
stand
?
Oh
.
.
.
I
’
m
.
.
.
I
’
m
.
.
.
"
The
whole
huge
mountain
of
flesh
suddenly
strained
forward
and
upward
,
yet
he
was
careful
not
to
let
her
secret
flesh
touch
him
.
Then
she
seemed
to
wilt
and
grow
smaller
,
and
she
wept
with
her
hands
in
her
lap
.
"
So
,
"
he
said
,
getting
up
.
"
The
demon
is
served
,
eh
?
"
