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``Bubba can't be all bad,'' Fred told himself for the millionth time.* In
the past months he had developed a habit of lecturing himself out loud.
``I'm just new to it. I bet this would be fun if I'd been an only
child.'' He began to pace again, still feeling Bubba's eyes boring through him from the opposite bunk. He didn't understand the uncomfortable bunk beds lining this room, or the blocked john in the corner, or the strangely inaccessible spiral staircase plunging through the ceiling and floor. He'd wondered a couple of thousand times what he was doing here -- but who was counting? Well, for one, Bubba was counting. "That is the 2008th time you've wondered what yo' doin' here, bo-ahy" his cellmate grunted cheerily, crushing a small rodent in the fingers of his left hand while his right hand searched for his belt buckle. (*) Actually it was only the 978,694th time, but he wasn't keeping a close count. Fred sighed, shook his head, and
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