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    table.

    to errible dream was in mare. I looked over

    on to equal it.’

    till  terror t al o tell me I mare. I remember just  een times before.’

    ime o get traig cro t tern about terrible brig and sloarvation. t cro someo leave it And in t knohe burden he had carried in his arms so long.

    ? Brannon asked. as tood up and  to ter. y and sy. t ain faucet and  a pocket comb and neatly combed ache.

    t to be asleep to understand w was sucmare.’

    ted to five-ty. t stopped.

    Jake picked up case and  to t door. So long. Ill send you a postcard maybe.’

    ait, Brannon said. You cant go nos still raining a little.’

    Just dripping off t out of town before dark.’

    But o keep going for a week?’

    I dont need money. I been broke before. Brannon had an

    envelope ready and in it y-dollar bills. Jake looked at t t. God kno t forget. Good luck. And let me hear from you. Adios. Good-bye.’

    t tcil racks. On eited ted privies and lines of torn, smoky rags  to dry. For t one sig or space or cleanliness. Even tself seemed filt a vegetable roempted, but only a feless, smutty fig trees. Little younguns sark naked. t of ty was so cruel and  Jake snarled and clencs.

    ourned off on a highway.

    Cars passed oo  no one ed to take  maybe a truck opbefore long. te afternoon sun  again.  made team rise from t pavement. Jake eadily.

    As soon as to or  onslaugo begin anotime. to