“You got a bite for my kids?” Tom rolled his eyes, and
when he tried to push past the vagrant, the smelly guy
clutched Tom’s arm in a death grip. “They’re real hungry,” the vagrant said, and Tom saw the man’s sleeve begin to
squirm. Rats wriggled out from beneath the vagrant’s collar,
his pockets—everywhere—and crawled onto Tom. “Eat up,” said the vagrant tenderly, as the first rat sank its teeth into
Tom’s cheek.
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