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rned off。
〃Lie down; Billy;〃 Brutal said。 〃Take you some rest。〃 That was my usual line of patter; but under the circumstances; I didn't mind Brutal using it。
〃Maybe I will;〃 Wharton agreed。 He stepped back; swayed; almost went over; and caught his balance at the last second。 〃Whoo; daddy。 Whole room's spinnin around。 Like bein drunk。〃
He backed toward his bunk; keeping his bleary regard on Coffey as he went。 〃Niggers ought to have they own 'lectric chair;〃 he opined。 Then the backs of his knees struck his bunk and he swooped down onto it。 He was snoring before his head touched his thin prison pillow; deep blue shadows brushed under the hollows of his eyes and the tip of his tongue lolling out。
〃Christ; how'd he get up w
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