But that summer sleep was no good, and it brought nightmares like an ill summer wind blowing in all the bad stories, and I dreamt of a sick man so raw he had no skin and he was gasping for his life until we jabbed a massive syringe into him – a needle meant for a horse – and it went in so deep it had to be pulled out with pliers.
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