Mmm-mmmm, Henry said. A hand protrudes from one of the windows of the overturned car. Water? Blood? Both? 'Ahhh! A hhh! Oh God let go! Fuckin thing, let go! Jesus! My fuckin sack! Jeesus!' It wasn't the gaze of a family-murdering maniac off on his own private cruise to nowhere; it almost would have been better if that had been the case.
Give them — oh, I don't know — give them amnesia? Henry realized they probably could. The soldiers machine-gunned all of them but the woman and the child, who were turned into napalm candles as they ran. Yes indeed, he would listen. 'My stomach hurt last night and something fierce this morning, but I feel better now.
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