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I
walked
into
a
clump
of
willows
,
unbuttoned
,
and
let
go
.
I
was
still
dose
enough
to
my
urinary
infection
so
that
the
body
's
amnesia
had
not
taken
full
hold
,
and
I
could
be
grateful
simply
to
be
able
to
pee
without
needing
to
scream
.
I
stood
there
,
emptying
out
and
looking
up
at
the
moon
,
I
was
hardly
aware
of
Brutal
standing
next
to
me
and
doing
the
same
thing
until
he
said
in
a
low
voice
,
"
Hell
never
sit
in
Old
Sparky
.
"
I
looked
around
at
him
,
surprised
and
a
little
frightened
by
the
low
certainty
in
his
tone
.
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
"
I
mean
he
swallered
that
stuff
instead
of
spitting
out
like
he
done
before
for
a
reason
.
It
might
take
a
week-he
's
awful
big
and
strong
--
but
I
bet
it
's
quicker
.
One
of
us
'll
do
a
check-tour
and
there
he
'll
be
,
lying
dead
as
stone
on
his
bunk
.
"
I
'd
thought
I
was
done
peeing
,
but
at
that
a
little
shiver
twisted
up
my
back
and
a
little
more
squirted
out
.
As
I
rebuttoned
my
fly
,
I
thought
that
what
Brutal
was
saying
made
perfect
sense
.
And
I
hoped
,
all
in
all
,
that
he
was
right
.
John
Coffey
did
n't
deserve
to
die
at
all
,
if
I
was
right
in
my
reasoning
about
the
Detterick
girls
,
but
if
he
did
die
,
I
did
n't
want
it
to
be
by
my
hand
.
I
was
n't
sure
I
could
lift
my
hand
to
do
it
,
if
it
came
to
that
.
"
Come
on
,
"
Harry
murmured
out
of
the
dark
.
"
It
's
gettin
late
.
Let
's
get
this
done
.
"
As
we
walked
back
to
the
truck
,
I
realized
we
had
left
John
entirely
alone
--
stupidity
on
the
Percy
Wetmore
level
.
I
thought
that
he
would
be
gone
;
that
he
'd
spat
out
the
bugs
as
soon
as
he
saw
he
was
unguarded
,
and
had
then
just
lit
out
for
the
territories
,
like
Huck
and
Jim
on
the
Big
Muddy
.
All
we
would
find
was
the
blanket
he
had
been
wearing
around
his
shoulders
.
But
he
was
there
,
still
sitting
with
his
back
against
the
cab
and
his
forearms
propped
on
his
knees
.
He
looked
up
at
the
sound
of
our
approach
and
tried
to
give
us
a
smile
.
It
hung
there
for
a
moment
on
his
haggard
face
and
then
slipped
off
.
"
How
you
doing
,
Big
John
?
"
Brutal
asked
,
climbing
into
the
back
of
the
truck
again
and
retrieving
his
own
blanket
.
