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because later on John Coffey became sort of an obsession with me。 McGee told this Hammersmith that their blonde hair wasn't blonde anymore。 It was auburn。 Blood had run down their cheeks out of it like it was a bad dye…job； and you didn't have to be a doctor to see that their fragile skulls had been dashed together with the force of those mighty arms。 Probably they had been crying。 Probably he had wanted to make them stop。 If the girls had been lucky； this had happened before the rapes。
Looking at that made it hard for a man to think； even a man as determined to do his job as Deputy McGee was。 Bad thinking could cause mistakes； maybe more bloodshed。 McGee drew him in a deep breath and calmed himself。 Tried； anyway。
'Wellsir； I don't exactly remember； be dog if I do；〃 Coffey said in his tear…choked voice； 〃but it's a little lunch； all right； sammidges and I think a swee' pickle。〃
I might just have a look for myself； it's all the same to you；〃 McGee said。 〃Don't you move now； John Coffey。 Don't do it； boy； because there are enough guns aimed at you to make you disappear from the waist up should you so much as twitch a finger。〃
Coffey looked out across the river and didn't move as McGee gently reached into the chest pocket of those biballs and pulled out something wrapped in newspaper and tied with a hank of butcher's twine。 MeGee snapped the string and opened the paper； although he was pretty sure it was just what Coffey said it was； a little lunch。
