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           Turkleopenthedoortothelinenroomoutinthehall,heavealong,loud,belchingsighashepulledthedoorclosedbehindhim.Myeyesgotusedtothedark,andIcouldseeMcMurphyandthegirlsnuggledintoeachother’sshoulders,gettingcomfortable,moreliketwotiredlittlekidsthanagrownmanandagrownwomaninbedtogethertomakelove.

           Andthat’sthewaytheblackboysfoundthemwhentheycametoturnonthedormlightsatsix-thirty.