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?Listen to me!? He's still yelling at full volume?Look! I'll prove itJust stop and look at me!?
Not likely pivot off the wash and flit through the mesquites
?I didn't think there was anyone left! Please, I need to talk to you!?
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There's a low grunt to his breathing as he speeds up, too
Something big flies into my back, and I go downI taste dirt in my mouth, and I'm pinned by
something so heavy I can hardly breathe
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He turns the flashlight on his face
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?See? See? I'm just like you
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no hope anymore?Well? That won't exactly help anythingAren't the eyes enough? You know
I'm not one of them
?Why won't you show me your neck??
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?It's self-inflicted,? he explains?I think I did a pretty good job, though it hurt like hell don't
have all that pretty hair to covermy neckThe scar helps me blend in
He hesitates, then gets to his feet in one easy move, not needing to use his handsHe holds one
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