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"
She
was
mine
!
"
He
wept
.
"
She
was
mine
first
!
Mine
!
"
Allie
looked
at
him
and
got
out
of
bed
.
She
put
on
a
wrapper
,
and
the
gunslinger
felt
a
moment
of
empathy
for
a
man
who
must
be
seeing
himself
coming
out
on
the
far
end
of
what
he
once
had
.
He
was
just
a
little
man
,
and
gelded
.
"
It
was
for
you
,
"
Sheb
sobbed
.
"
It
was
only
for
you
,
Allie
.
It
was
you
first
and
it
was
all
for
you
.
I
-
ah
,
oh
God
,
dear
God
-
"
The
words
dissolved
into
a
paroxysm
of
un
intelligibilities
,
finally
to
tears
.
He
rocked
back
and
forth
,
holding
his
broken
wrists
to
his
belly
.
"
Shhh
.
Shhh
.
Let
me
see
.
"
She
knelt
beside
him
.
"
Broken
.
Sheb
,
you
ass
.
Didn
’
t
you
know
you
were
never
strong
?
"
She
helped
him
to
his
feet
.
He
tried
to
hold
his
hands
to
his
face
,
but
they
would
not
obey
,
and
he
wept
nakedly
.
,
"
Come
on
over
to
the
table
and
let
me
see
what
I
can
do
.
"
She
led
him
to
the
table
and
set
his
wrists
with
slats
of
kindling
from
the
fire
box
.
He
wept
weakly
and
without
volition
,
and
left
without
looking
back
.
She
came
back
to
the
bed
.
"
Where
were
we
?
"
"
No
,
"
he
said
.
She
said
patiently
,
"
You
knew
about
that
.
There
’
s
nothing
to
be
done
.
What
else
is
there
?
"
She
touched
his
shoulder
.
"
Except
I
’
m
glad
that
you
are
so
strong
.
"
"
Not
now
,
"
he
said
thickly
.
"
I
can
make
you
strong
-
"
