Scritch, scritch, scritch.
Sam twisted under scratchy motel sheets, registering the unfamiliar noise even in sleep.
Scritch, scritch, scritch.
His brain had just decided that it should be waking up to check the noise out when a gag inducing odor brought him back to full consciousness in a hurry.
Scritch, scritch, scritch.
Sam turned on the
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