"Cold ... chilly ... chilly."
I froze, wondering who was talking -- it was the dog!
Since then I've listened carefully every night for him to slip up and mutter something, anything, again ... .
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While a mostly happy bookstore fixture for over two decades, Guillermo Maytorena IV is currently willing to entertain your serious proposals for employment as a literary/cinema critic, goth journalist, castellan, airship pilot/crewperson, investigative mythologist, or assisting in a craft brewery. Should you be connected to any of the above or equally interesting endeavours, do contact him.
