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“There’s nothing cute about it,” he said. The register of his voice indicated decision more so than discussion.
She disagreed heartily and privately, staring past his head and out the window behind him.
Outside, a white and brown crowd hopped awkwardly but intent, enraged but confused, with cold wet pink noses, soft fur tacky with blood. Zombies. Bunny Zombies.
“Just put two bullets aside,” she conceded.