'Maybe a hundred. Its eyes were still closed but its rear legs twitched spasmodically and its ears flicked. If it lasts, though, and if it gets out of this pine-tree pisspot we're in, everything changes. Henry was glad of the thickly falling snow, equally glad of the blood that sprayed up, striking the windshield of the other Humvee, partially obscuring the view.
'Yeah,' he said. 'What's wrong with you? You've come over all pale. In fact he had never looked more alive and awake, his eyes glowing in his exhausted face. Breakfast twenty-four hours a day, you know.
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