Zerbrowski made a face. The look in her eyes said plainly that I was being silly, too. Oh, hell, I hadn't even looked up. Requiem had carried my gym bag with all the rest of the zombie-raising equipment, except the chickens.
Don't talk about Clair like that. That's why we need the firemen to help us get the body up out of the hole when you're done with it. There just wasn't enough of me left to worry about it. It was boring.
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