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Leroy got winged. It wasn’t bad, no more than a scratch, but he was over there sniveling like a gut-hanging dog. Luke told him to shut up, we all told him to shut up, but he went on sniveling, sniveling like some kinda gut-hanging dog.
“I’m dying,” he said. “I’m dying. Y’all don’t even care.”