The cat is there, her paw in the water, waiting. You think what it's like to be lazing to the surface like one of those carp, plump and ripe and stupid. And then the claw, like steel ripping you through, scooping out the guts and white strings of your body's innards so quickly that they think they are still alive, and they wince in the daylight
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I read this as an ARC in the bookstore's breakroom (all the ARCs were kept in the breakroom. If you loved one you could take it - mostly we just skimmed throught them on our breaks). Someone else snatched it up, and of course, I could never remember the title or author.
I feel so much better now.
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