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were the natural order of things, that his emanY
life was worthless. He started a small cer
taking one of the seconals at a time. The
empty whiskey bottle dropped to the floor.
Sweat gathered on Tommy'sface.
"Just take these last ones, it'll end and
you can rest ••• " the young Indian spoke to he
himself. He would be glad to die. He held t
relll&iningreds in his hand. Dying was nothing.
It was easy.
"No, I wonft ...
He got up uncertainly and walked out
coatless in the cold, hoping to revive hiJli.Self.
Tommyknewhe had wona big battle. He lifted
his head to the sky, his hair flowing itl the
wind. He wa.lkedout a few steps &ndkneeled
in the snow, his balance uncertain. Then he
rose to go back. His body felt heavy, and
could not respond. He sank. The snow was
soothing and he felt he could not move•••
John DuncanTuthill
