and well-built, sleeps soundly. In contrast, his bed-wall is
stares at the pictures for a moment, wistful. Nick snores,
turns over. Rudy climbs atop his bunk again, with the pen
The two of them, Nick and Rudy, shivering by the fence. Nick
absently whistles some "Silver Bells," then digs for a smoke.
What's the first thing, man? What's
Hell you haven't.
We walk outta here, we hit that road,
Ain't there yet.
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