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You Must Be From Texas

Talking wolves are decidedly frightening. And so, decidedly frightened, you take a small pistol from your pocket and shoot it between the eyes. You always knew it would come in handy, although you never imagined you'd use it on a wolf.

The thing crosses its eyes, as if trying to look at the hole in its forehead, before collapsing to the sidewalk.

You walk over cautiously. Now that the wolf is dead, you're kinda curious. You've never been near a wolf before, much less one that can talk. Well, could talk, anyway. It's a big, big, mother of a wolf. It's pure black, and you can see a few teeth in its mouth. They look pretty sharp.

And it's still breathing!

Written by Xodiac

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