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| | Pet Cemetery _ Stephen King (5th Dec 22 at 3:25am UTC) | | Rachel gently stroked his neck and said, "Louis, my parents bought it together. Please try to understand them.". Please. They love the kids, and they don't get to see them much. Besides, they're getting older, Louis. You hardly recognize my father, really. "I'll recognize him," Louis grunted. "My dear, please try to understand them and be kind to them. It won't hurt you." Louis looked at his wife for a long time and finally said, "No, it hurts me.". Maybe it shouldn't hurt me, but it does hurt me. Rachel was about to answer when Ally's cry came from her room: "Daddy!"! Mom! Someone is here Rachel stood up suddenly, but Louis pulled her down on the bed and said, "You stay here with Gage. I'll go and see." Louis thought he knew something was wrong. But he's already put the kitten outside, damn it. After Ally had gone to bed, Louis saw the kitten sniffing its feeding dish in the kitchen and chased it out. He didn't want the kitten to sleep with Ally anymore, not anymore. When he thought of Churchill sleeping in Ally's bed, his mind would come up with strange thoughts about illness and memories of Uncle Carl's funeral home. Ally will know something's wrong, and Churchill is better than ever. Louis had driven the cat out, but when he went into his daughter's room,stesweet stevia, he found Churchill sprawled on the bedspread like a shadow. Ally, on the other hand, was sitting on the bed, still sleepy. The cat's open eyes glowed in the light of the hall. Ally whispered, almost in pain, "Dad, let it out.". It smells terrible. "Shh,akba boswellic acid, Ally, go to sleep." Louis said. He was startled by the calmness of his voice, which reminded him of the morning after Pascoe's sleepwalking on the day after his death. When he entered the infirmary, he hid in the bathroom and looked in the mirror to make sure that he must look terrible. But he looked well enough to make one wonder how many people around kept some terrible secret sealed in their hearts. It's not a secret, damn it! It's just a cat! But Ally was right. Kittens stink to high heaven. Louis grabbed the kitten and walked out of Ally's bedroom, carrying it downstairs, breathing with his mouth open. There are all kinds of bad smells, the stench of feces, the stench of rotten wounds, and the smell of catalyst cylinders used in automobiles. However, the smell of the cat is particularly bad, where on earth did it get a strange smell? While the other three were upstairs, Louis had chased it out of the house with a broom; it was the first time in a week that he had really held the kitten since its return, and it lay in his arms, jujube seed powder ,phycocyanin spirulina, warm and silent like a disease. Louis wondered, "You scoundrel, which hole did you get into?"? Louis suddenly remembered the night he dreamed of Pascoe. He dreamed that Pascoe broke in through the door between the kitchen and the garage. Maybe there was no crack in the door at all. Maybe the kitten could pass through the door like a ghost. It's a sure thing. Louis spoke in a husky voice. He suddenly thought that the kitten would struggle and wiggle in his arms, which would scratch itself. But Chuji lay completely still, hot and smelly, looking at Louis's face as if he could see what he was thinking in his eyes. Louis opened the door and threw the cat into the garage, perhaps a little too hard, and said, "Go and catch another mouse or something." Churge landed awkwardly, reeling on his hind legs and nearly falling to the ground. As if his eyes were shining green, he gave Louis a vicious look with hatred, and then staggered away as if he were drunk.
Louis thought, God, Chad, I wish you would shut up and not tell me all this, how nice it would be! He walked back to the sink, washing his hands and arms as vigorously as if he were cleaning for surgery, and Chad's words echoed in his mind: People do this because they are controlled.. People make up reasons.. It seems like a good reason. But most people do it because once you've been there, it's your place, you belong there.. So you make up the best reason in the world.. No, he can't blame Chad. He did all this voluntarily. He can't blame Chad. Louis turned off the tap and began toweling off his hands and arms. Suddenly his movements stopped, and he looked straight ahead at the night outside the window over the pool, thinking, does that mean that's my place now, too? Is that my place, too? No, not if I don't want to belong there and be controlled by it. He put the towel on the shelf and went upstairs. Rachel was already in bed, with the quilt up to her chin, and Gaggy was lying next to her. She looked at Louis apologetically and said, Do you mind, dear? Just for tonight, he's burning up. I'll feel better if he sleeps with me. Louis said, "It's all Right. I'll put up another bed downstairs." " "You really don't mind?" "I don't mind.". It won't harm your son, and it will make you feel better. Louis paused for a moment and said with a smile, "But you will catch his virus.". I'm sure it will. I don't think that's going to change your mind, is it? Rachel smiled, shook her head and said, "What is Ally fussing about?" "She told me to get rid of him for his sake." Ally wants to get rid of Churchill? It's not like she used to be. "Yes, it's different." Louis nodded yes, then added, "My daughter said the kitten smelled bad, and I did think it smelled a little bad.". Maybe it rolled in someone's dunghill. "That's too bad," Rachel said, leaning over. "I really think Ally misses kittens as much as she misses you." "Is it?" Louis bent down, kissed his wife lightly and said,rosmarinic acid supplement, "Rachel, go to sleep." I love you, Louis. I'm so glad to be home again. I'm sorry you have to sleep on the couch. "It doesn't matter." Louis finished and turned off the light. prius-biotech.com | |
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