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And then I see nothing. Only blackness, on which a yellow stain glows, moving one way then another.
Guess that's the lamp. The Sheriff's still holding it, moving it when Doc Morris tells him to.
God I'm hurting real bad.
Doc's rubbing something into the back of my head.
Have I returned? Am I me now?
Who was I before?
Whiskey!
It's whiskey, that taste, burning on my tongue. My lips feel like jagged rocks. Grandma is crying. There's a noise growing inside my burning mouth and I can tongue it out over my lips.
And listen to myself moan.

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    Peter Henderson over 2 years ago

    Marvelous story Drew, still have me hanging by my fingernails

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    Drew Martyn over 2 years ago

    Thanks Peter :)

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    Neville Hunt over 2 years ago

    I still have no idea where this is going, but Iā€™m very much enjoying the journey though, Drew.

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    Drew Martyn over 2 years ago

    That's good Neville, I hope I don't disappoint :)

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    Neville Hunt over 2 years ago

    You wonā€™t!šŸ™‚

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