I keep remembering that bit in my dream where I ran on all
fours. It was a rather splendid feeling, being able to sprint at great speed
with hardly any effort. I also felt a sense of wildness in my perceptions; I
cared for nothing except the freedom of the movement. It even occurred to me
that I was turning into something like a werewolf, which I remember worried me slightly – until I saw the frightened dog and felt sorry for it.
So there you have it: if JJ ever turns into a werewolf, he
will be a cuddly one. No silver bullets, OK?
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