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This one was still intact. No innards splashed out or bloody tire tracks on the asphalt. Lying on its side, with its legs stiff and the bushy tail forming a perfect curve, the squirrel could have been some kid’s cute stuffed animal, except for the small puddle of blood oozing from its open mouth.
WOAH. This was definitely not the sort of beginning I expected from this book but now I’m even more intrigued about it so all is good.