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I'll duck one of the two capsules she gives me every other time she brings them. He could vaguely remember drinking his own piss, how hot it had been, how salty. He lay in bed looking at the ceiling, his throat dry and his heart beating fast. I was hoping Misery's Child would finally be out in paperback, but no such luck. But after a while Paul did not notice the Ducky Daddles voice of the typewriter. It spilled out of his fingers onto the board and then skittered toward the edge. I'll duck one of the two capsules she gives me every other time she brings them. He lay in bed looking at the ceiling, his throat dry and his heart beating fast. Enough so he had gone into what she called respiratory depression at least once. Because it was that bitter taste which brought the high tide in over the piling. He almost rejected it (was that a faint groan from down there in the sweatshops?