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Georgia
Pines
grew
quiet
,
midnight
came
and
passed
,
and
still
I
wrote
.
I
got
to
Harry
reminding
us
that
,
even
though
we
had
gotten
John
back
to
the
prison
without
being
discovered
,
we
still
had
Percy
waiting
for
us
.
"
The
evening
ai
n't
over
as
long
as
we
got
him
to
contend
with
"
is
more
or
less
what
Harry
said
.
That
's
where
my
long
day
of
driving
my
father
's
pen
at
last
caught
up
with
me
.
I
put
it
down
--
just
for
a
few
seconds
,
I
thought
,
so
I
could
flex
some
life
back
into
the
fingers
--
and
then
I
put
my
forehead
down
on
my
arm
and
closed
my
eyes
to
rest
them
.
When
I
opened
them
again
and
raised
my
head
,
morning
sun
glared
in
at
me
through
the
windows
.
I
looked
at
my
watch
and
saw
it
was
past
eight
.
I
had
slept
,
head
on
arms
like
an
old
drunk
,
for
what
must
have
been
six
hours
.
I
got
up
,
wincing
,
trying
to
stretch
some
life
into
my
back
.
I
thought
about
going
down
to
the
kitchen
,
getting
some
toast
,
and
going
for
my
morning
walk
,
then
looked
down
at
the
sheafs
of
scribbled
pages
scattered
across
the
desk
.
All
at
once
I
decided
to
put
off
the
walk
for
awhile
.
I
had
a
chore
,
yes
,
but
it
could
keep
,
and
I
did
n't
feel
like
playing
hide-and-seek
with
Brad
Dolan
that
morning
.
Instead
of
walking
,
I
'd
finish
my
story
.
Sometimes
it
's
better
to
push
on
through
,
no
matter
how
much
your
mind
and
body
may
protest
.
Sometimes
it
's
the
only
way
to
get
through
.
And
what
I
remember
most
about
that
morning
is
how
desperately
I
wanted
to
get
free
of
John
Coffey
's
persistent
ghost
.
"
Okay
,
"
I
said
.
"
One
more
mile
.
But
first
...
"
I
walked
down
to
the
toilet
at
the
end
of
the
second
floor
hall
.
As
I
stood
inside
there
,
urinating
,
I
happened
to
glance
up
at
the
smoke
detector
on
the
ceiling
.
That
made
me
think
of
Elaine
,
and
how
she
had
distracted
Dolan
so
I
could
go
for
my
walk
and
do
my
little
chore
the
day
before
.
I
finished
peeing
with
a
grin
on
my
face
.
I
walked
back
to
the
sunroom
,
feeling
better
(
and
a
lot
comfier
in
my
nether
regions
)
.
Someone
--
Elaine
,
I
have
no
doubt
--
had
set
down
a
pot
of
tea
beside
my
pages
.
I
drank
greedily
,
first
one
cup
,
then
another
,
before
I
even
sat
down
.
Then
I
resumed
my
place
,
uncapped
the
fountain
pen
,
and
once
more
began
to
write
.
I
was
just
slipping
fully
into
my
story
when
a
shadow
fell
on
me
.
I
looked
up
and
felt
a
sinking
in
my
stomach
.
It
was
Dolan
standing
between
me
and
the
windows
.
He
was
grinning
.
"
Missed
you
going
on
your
morning
walk
,
Paulie
,
he
said
,
"
so
I
thought
I
'd
come
and
see
what
you
were
up
to
.
Make
sure
you
were
n't
,
you
know
,
sick
.
"
