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ine of lit coal…oil。 Yet I thought it had been a little worse that afternoon； and knew it had been worse the two or three days before。 I had hopes that maybe I had started to mend。 Never was a hope more ill…founded。 No one had told me that sometimes a bug that gets up inside there； where it's warm and wet； can take a day or two off to rest before ing on strong again。 I would have been surprised to know it。 I would have been even more surprised to know that； in another fifteen or twenty years； there would be pills you could take that would smack that sort of infection out of your system in record time 。。。 and while those pills might make you feel a little sick at your stomach or loose in your bowels； they almost never made you vomit the way Dr。 Sadler's sulfa pills did。 Back in '32； there wasn't much you could do but wait； and try to ignore that feeling that someone had spilled coal…oil inside your works and then touched a match to it。
I finished my butt； went into the bedroom； and finally got to sleep。 I dreamed of girls with shy smiles and blood in their hair。
6。
The next morning there was a pink memo slip on my desk； asking me to stop by the warden's office as soon as I could。 I knew what that was about … there were unwritten but very important rules to the game； and I had stopped playing by them for awhile yesterday … and so I put it off as long as possible。 Like going to the doctor about my waterworks problem； I suppose。 I've always thought this 〃
