It swung open at his touch. Outside, the wind snarled and howled, sending snow-devils skating down the deserted turnpike. And when Bowser crawls into Jonesy's lap — Bowser with his sharp teeth and his ethery antifreeze smell — Jonesy barely notices. 'Not Jonesy.
This had been a part of Pete ever since high school. but it was just imagination. Also the song. Owen said nothing.
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