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I could hear him growling, the grinding of his long teeth next to my neck. I rustle awake twisting and turning from left to right. I feel the pulling of its jaws, the mouth on my arm and legs. The smell of his pungent breath on my face. The pressure of his bite. The fear — what is happening to me?

Story Grim Reaper — Four Legged Beast
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Jay Javurek - Polymath, Philomath, Observer.

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Freda Savahl
Freda Savahl

Written by Freda Savahl

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Retired Nurse Practitioner WHC /Contract Provider Deployment Military Services. US Citizen. Immigrant from South Africa 1978.

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