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«
Yeah
!
But
I
’
m
a
-
thinkin
’
sin
.
»
«
Awright
.
You
can
think
sin
for
nothin
’
.
»
«
It
’
s
jus
’
as
bad
,
"
said
Uncle
John
.
«
It
’
s
a
whole
hell
of
a
lot
cheaper
,
"
said
Pa
.
«
Don
’
t
you
go
makin
’
light
of
sin
.
»
«
I
ain
’
t
.
You
jus
’
go
ahead
.
You
always
gets
sinful
jus
’
when
hell
’
s
a
-
poppin
’
.
»
«
I
know
it
,
"
said
Uncle
John
.
«
Always
was
that
way
.
I
never
tol
’
half
the
stuff
I
done
.
»
«
Well
,
keep
it
to
yaself
.
»
«
These
here
nice
toilets
gets
me
sinful
.
»
«
Go
out
in
the
bushes
then
.
Come
on
,
pull
up
ya
pants
an
’
le
’
s
get
some
sleep
.
»
Pa
pulled
his
overall
straps
in
place
and
snapped
the
buckle
.
He
flushed
the
toilet
and
watched
thoughtfully
while
the
water
whirled
in
the
bowl
.
It
was
still
dark
when
Ma
roused
her
camp
.
The
low
night
lights
shone
through
the
open
doors
of
the
sanitary
units
.
From
the
tents
along
the
road
came
the
assorted
snores
of
the
campers
.
