The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. Then, as he was trying to bite through the rope, I told him, ‘That’s for 107 Traci, motherfucker. ‘Certainly this is true,’ she managed. Hope you ate light before you got here.
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