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Jim drank the remnant of whiskey in the bottle he was holding, draining it to the last drop. As he sat in his chair he leaned against the side of the cell.
"My-how many bottles of this stuff I've drunk tonight. It's a wonder I ain't dead already. I don't believe I could keep up only I've got to finish my story. But this cell begins to swim ‘round pretty lively; I guess it ain't goin' to take much to finish me. Think a little of that Scotch will just about do the job. I don't care what anyone says, I'm goin' to get just as drunk as I can. I sha'n't live to see what they say in the newspapers and it won't make any difference when I'm dead. I don't know as I ought to eat anything; it might kind of keep it from actin', but still I might as well. I guess the Scotch'll do it all right anyway.