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"
How
do
you
feel
,
hand
?
"
he
asked
the
cramped
hand
that
was
almost
as
stiff
as
rigor
mortis
.
"
I
’
ll
eat
some
more
for
you
.
"
He
ate
the
other
part
of
the
piece
that
he
had
cut
in
two
.
He
chewed
it
carefully
and
then
spat
out
the
skin
.
"
How
does
it
go
,
hand
?
Or
is
it
too
early
to
know
?
"
He
took
another
full
piece
and
chewed
it
.
"
It
is
a
strong
full
-
blooded
fish
,
"
he
thought
.
"
I
was
lucky
to
get
him
instead
of
dolphin
.
Dolphin
is
too
sweet
.
This
is
hardly
sweet
at
all
and
all
the
strength
is
still
in
it
.
"
There
is
no
sense
in
being
anything
but
practical
though
,
he
thought
.
I
wish
I
had
some
salt
.
And
I
do
not
know
whether
the
sun
will
rot
or
dry
what
is
left
,
so
I
had
better
eat
it
all
although
I
am
not
hungry
.
The
fish
is
calm
and
steady
.
I
will
eat
it
all
and
then
I
will
be
ready
.
"
Be
patient
,
hand
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
do
this
for
you
.
"
I
wish
I
could
feed
the
fish
,
he
thought
.
He
is
my
brother
.
But
I
must
kill
him
and
keep
strong
to
do
it
.
Slowly
and
conscientiously
he
ate
all
of
the
wedge
-
shaped
strips
of
fish
.
He
straightened
up
,
wiping
his
hand
on
his
trousers
.
