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"
Nothing
funny
or
strange
about
it
,
"
Brutal
said
.
"
I
think
that
's
what
people
most
always
do
with
the
stuff
they
ca
n't
make
out
--
just
forget
it
.
Does
n't
do
a
person
much
good
to
remember
stuff
that
does
n't
make
any
sense
.
What
about
it
,
Paul
?
Were
there
bugs
when
he
fixed
you
?
"
"
Yes
.
I
think
they
're
the
sickness
...
the
pain
...
the
hurt
.
He
takes
it
in
,
then
lets
it
out
into
the
open
air
again
.
"
"
Where
it
dies
,
"
Harry
said
.
I
shrugged
.
I
did
n't
know
if
it
died
or
not
,
was
n't
sure
it
even
mattered
.
"
Did
he
suck
it
out
of
you
?
"
Brutal
asked
.
"
He
looked
like
he
was
sucking
it
right
out
of
the
mouse
.
The
hurt
.
The
...
you
know
.
The
death
.
"
"
No
,
"
I
said
.
"
He
just
touched
me
.
And
I
felt
it
.
A
kind
of
jolt
,
like
electricity
only
not
painful
.
But
I
was
n't
dying
,
only
hurting
.
"
Brutal
nodded
.
"
The
touch
and
the
breath
.
Just
like
you
hear
those
backwoods
gospel-shouters
going
on
about
.
"
"
Praise
Jesus
,
the
Lord
is
mighty
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
dunno
if
Jesus
comes
into
it
,
"
Brutal
said
,
"
but
it
seems
to
me
like
John
Coffey
is
one
mighty
man
.
"
