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Show Flying - 212 You did ne wrong, John Henry. You listened to ny troubles, but you didn't care. I needed help and you tried to nake money off me. The arny didn't give a fuck, but you should have, man, you really should have. And I'd say Yeah, Tex. O.K. You're right. You died and it was part ny fault. I didn't help you when you asked for help. But there's not anything I can do for you now, stud, so get on back to wherever they're keeping you and let me alone, to live with it. That's what I'd say to him. And he'd go. What else could he do? "Flake off, Tex," says John Henry getting up and walking back up the embanknent toward the road. "I got ny own problens to attend to now." |