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4. Quiet I got brains on me once. I knew I was dead, so I sat srill. The laps used a rifle In", to open ,h~ guy's head. I couldn't move. They ,hought I was dead. It was on my face, my neck, in my hair. 1< felt like pieces of heavy sponge.
5. Resigned His stories are in need of generous ears I wish I had. He lifts his drink while I talk, smoothes his napkin and leans close: he's ready to tell another prison camp tale.
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