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From then on he was Ruth's dog. He waited for hours after dusk but she never arrived. "Release your prisoner," continued Wood, "or the window is opened. But there was, it insisted, no mobility in his face, no movement, nothing about him that warmed. But that brought Mrs. A few yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. FOREWORD Forever Fifteen was born of a dream I had in 2002, a dream that was part nightmare.
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