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He legs bunged up in that ol' booklift!" George said indignantly. "A poor naked chile!"
"Oh, Max!" Borne still by the great black George I clung to my dear keeper's neck. "I killed Redfearn's Tommy!"
"Nah, you what!" Max pulled distressfully at his beard. "Put him there, George. What's this with the legs hurt?"
"Sure I got no business touchin' no tapes," George declared. "Ain't nobody's B stuffin' no chile in the booklift, neither!" They laid me on a nearby wooden table; my eyes burned that no one understood my deed.
"I hit Tommy with a crook!" I cried. "He's dead!"
Max clasped me to him then while I choked out my grievous tale. "Ach,Bill!" he groaned at each new disclosure: my resolve to be a human man, the attack on Lady Creamhair, and her curse. . . "Ach,Bill!" My resolve thereafter to be a goat-buck, the rape of Hedda, and Tom's murder at my hands. . . "Ach, Bill!"
"Ishouldn't have been born!" I lamented. Max had gently released me to examine my injuries. "Never mind my legs! They deserve to be broken
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