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She
looked
up
at
him
,
and
shook
her
head
.
"
You
’
re
crazy
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
’
re
dying
up
there
.
Or
you
’
ll
be
crippled
,
if
you
aren
’
t
already
.
"
"
Maybe
,
"
he
said
.
"
But
I
’
m
alive
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
she
said
,
after
a
moment
.
"
I
guess
you
are
.
"
"
You
told
me
,
"
he
said
.
"
In
the
graveyard
.
"
"
It
seems
like
such
a
long
time
ago
,
puppy
,
"
she
said
.
Then
she
said
,
"
I
feel
better
,
here
.
It
doesn
’
t
hurt
as
much
.
You
know
what
I
mean
?
But
I
’
m
so
dry
.
"
The
wind
let
up
,
and
he
could
smell
her
now
:
a
stink
of
rotten
meat
and
sickness
and
decay
,
pervasive
and
unpleasant
.
"
I
lost
my
job
,
"
she
said
.
"
It
was
a
night
job
,
but
they
said
people
had
complained
.
I
told
them
I
was
sick
,
and
they
said
they
didn
’
t
care
.
I
’
m
so
thirsty
.
"
"
The
women
,
"
he
told
her
.
"
They
have
water
.
The
house
.
"
"
Puppy
…
"
She
sounded
scared
"
Tell
them
…
tell
them
I
said
to
give
you
water
…
"
The
white
face
stared
up
at
him
.
"
I
should
go
,
"
she
told
him
.
Then
she
hacked
,
and
made
a
face
,
and
spat
a
mass
of
something
white
onto
the
grass
.
It
broke
up
when
it
hit
the
ground
and
wriggled
away
.
