[And here comes Henry, dead last on his long legs. However he does not wear a look of defeat. Oh no! His face is serene and his eyes stare out beyond Al as he approaches the boy. His face is streaked (deliberately) with mud and in one hand is a stick with a sock tied around one end. The sock has a little face made of rocks and more mud.]
I don't feel like hell though...I feel free. At peace. I am one with nature. I accept death.
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I don't feel like hell though...I feel free. At peace. I am one with nature. I accept death.