The stray dog \u200b\u200bwas run over not survive tonight. The two hours have passed since I saw are not enough to forget that image. Licked the blood that recode their hind legs, a sort of two pipes improperly closed. The exchange of looks we had, that spark almost imperceptible, he said he enjoyed it.
From the car, she whistled, applauded him but he kept drinking their blood with that office it was easy to imagine that he was trained his whole life for this moment. (I have no soul Franciscan enough to reach out and create a postcard of modern love: lifting, carrying heat my home and wash the wound, bandage, all that and rushed to a veterinarian). Between seven and ten drops per second floor stained red from the famous marina Cave. The half-empty vans and taxis fun midnight the lights at will.
That, the look that crossed betrayed a white eye that gave him demonic features. A look like a ruthless having accomplished his best evil.
known Will anyone pick up? "The survival instinct gave way to pure resignation? These criteria be feasible in animals, it is understood the desire to fill with blood. It is well known that dogs love it, along with raw meat. They are even capable of ignoring its own master and fiercely attack only if they are interrupted while they drink or eat.
That was the resignation. His life of stray dog \u200b\u200bin a very poor territory and an indifferent city will stated that this corner will be his grave.
and smelled blood. And, resigned, drank 'til you drop with the ecstasy that gave no bitch in heat. The clock shows 2:58 a.m.. You should have already died.
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