“After making us sick, GARS mixed some of us with all kinds of critters.”
“Horses are cool,” the little boy wheezed.
“I wish my boyfriend thought that…”
He struggled to breathe. “What am I becoming?”
She held his weak hand. “We don’t all get to join the zoo, Hon.”
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