Because Barkovitch is awesome.
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Completely and utterly insane.
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It didn't matter. Was it right to assume he was insane when he knew he was insane?
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It wasn't his fault. It was theirs. Their fault that Rank, Rank that he hadn't killed, was dead. Their fault he was insane. All. Their. Fault.
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They hated him. That was fine. Fine. FINE!
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They were in front of him. Right in front of him. He heard every word they said. They didn't know he was there.
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The guns roared. One was down. It wasn't one of them, Ray Garraty's little band of idiots, though...he could consider the world his enemy.
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They were talking about him. They thought he had died. Which he didn't. Right?
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That caused him to laugh, for some reason. His laugh scared him, and it scared them as well. "Not yet, you whores! I ain't gone yet! Not !" He was screaming.
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Screaming higher and higher.
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I won't let them take me!
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His hands tore at his throat. He was going to kill himself. They found a hold, and he pulled.
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Blood flowed. He kept a hold on his neck, screaming higher and higher and higher. He didn't know how he was still -
There are six people that can say they wrote a snippet for The Long Walk.
I AM ONE OF THEM.
Because that book's freaking amazing. It's my favorite book, and I can honestly say I've read it over ten times. I bought it on my iPod, and I am happy.