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Bullshit. All of it. All of it was complete and utter bullshit. Shit direct from the anus of a male cow. One of the ones with the huge horns. And not even a good one. This was runny, weird colored, spewing bullshit. He didn't feel much better with that image in his head, but for a few seconds disgus...

"Howard Black," a younger, fresher Margie said on one knee. Howard - somehow never Howie, like his son would one day be Oliver but never Ollie - was still sputtering objections, of course. He was cute, adorable even, but sometimes he just didn't get it unless it was spelled out. "I've heard your wa...

Milo woke up. Milo went on patrol. Then Milo had to eat. Then Milo had to go to class. Then Milo had to eat. Then Milo had to go to class. Then Milo went on patrol. Then Milo threw up. That was unusual. Then Milo had to eat. Then Milo had to be with people. Then Milo went on patrol. Then Milo had to...

"Milo, I need you to answer truthfully." Milo had followed the escort to the office. The meeting was planned the night before when Mia got hurt. He would have to go back to the room after the meeting. Mom and Dad and Mr. Herrera were there. They didn't think about being afraid of him. The escort did...

Milo stared at Mia for a long moment, heedless of the crack of the bat one of the thugs smashed across his back. For that moment, there were only two people in the warehouse. The knife-wielder swung again, but Milo caught his arm, lifted him by it, and threw him into the wall, all without breaking h...

"Milo, you're right on time. For once." Mrs. Black wrapped her arms around her much taller son in a hug he endured but didn't return. Roach could count on one hand the number of times he ever had returned one and still have enough fingers left over to clean out a man's pockets. "And Roach. Do we hav...

"And how do you know Milo?" Mom talks to Jessie. When Jessie attacks I can stop her. Head and stomach. Don't have to hit hard. Mom takes one hit. Probably ok. Roach left. Ceiling and walls are sturdy. Not reenforced. Faster than the hallway. Too crowded. Can't protect them all. Can't stop them all. ...

"Hi Roach." Milo had walked them to each of his classes, where Margaret and Howard had asked the same series of three questions about each class and he has answered in short, nearly identical phrases. They'd bumped into a few teachers, who were all very cordial but short on details about their son's...

He was twelve minutes late and counting when Margaret Black checked her watch for the tenth time. "He'll be here when he can, Margie," Howard said from the bench behind her. She'd tried sitting a couple times, but inevitably found herself pacing in the grass, eyes peering through the crowd for sign ...