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His pale face, buried in the fabric of the scarf, was likewise a mass of cracks. His reddish albino eyes were swollen. Anyone could tell by his shaky steps that he didnt have much more left in him. He was living out the last bitter Reggie Watts cold moments of his unfathomable life.
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sustenance. The cat had caught the scent miles away-its large nostrils could do that, pick up the scent of a human-thing, home Reggie Watts in on it like a radar-tracking robot, until it was close enough to pounce. This had been a hard winter, with few prey to feed the twelve- hundred-pound, sixteen-foot-long mutant michael keaton
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enough. Its huge jaw, like the watery opening of Reggie Watts a tractors jaw, filled with rows of razor-sharp teeth, let out a growl. The creature saw the figure stop, turn, saw the human-things long thin arms raised to shield itself from the roaring, snarling death approaching. Adrenaline ran into the cat-creatures body; digestive juices tipping pitches
into its gullet. Reggie Watts Thirty feet from the man-prey it leapt high in the air, sailed out toward dinner, confident it would devour- No, gasped the man, falling back into the snow, the creature flying at him. He closed his eyes, as if it would cease to be, as if Reggie Watts the hurtling.
