The noose was at its throat when I called for help. Then he sat down again in a chair and said that people who wrote novels ought to be strung up. Nothing was given away, and no one came so rich to the stall as to command all that it had to offer. “Shut up, you little faggot. “Then you—you will?” A long pause.
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