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Chapter 3-2
Again Savanna found she could not look away, even as the rex took up the cop's legs in its jaws—and started backing away from the spinosaur powerfully. The growling sail-back would not relent its hold, and what resulted was a heated tug o' war from which Savanna did turn away. Though not before she saw the cop's limp body come apart like stretched taffy, and the rex's great head swing away with his legs. She was grabbing at her eyes as she stumbled away from the window, clawing at their corners with cold, hooked fingers as if trying to gouge them out. The biker behind the counter was trying this, too. He 'd first tried pulling out the needle alone, but he'd only managed to wrench its tip up at an angle in his panic, and the mind's a funny thing when it's got something steely poking at i
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