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- He hears the shotgun she keeps next to the fireplace rack into place. He hears her fire. Then there's only screaming for a little while-screaming that doesn't last particularly long. Something warm and wet hits his cheek. He keeps his eyes closed, and keeps them closed until he hears footsteps approaching, until something hits the floor in front of him. Cautiously, Tommy cracks one eye open, and sees Aunt Mary's shotgun in front of him. He opens his other eye and lifts his head, and there's the Devil looking down at him, that strange meaty flower of a face pulsing as its petals open and close, open and close. Everything is blood. Aunt Mary... isn't, anymore. What's left doesn't really look like her. Not at all.-pg.253 chpt.9
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