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Billy Bob could barely make out Levi’s words over the grinding
gears and squealing brakes. Nevertheless, he had a good idea of what
was coming.
“Yeah, it makes no sense. Lots of things make no sense. I’ve heard
about this from older cats, the ones that avoided the trap. They said
once you’re caught you’re dead. I wonder how they do it: crush us
with big chunks of concrete? Tear us into little pieces? Throw us in
the coyote pen? Maybe poison. Or incineration. What do you think?”