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           McMurphykeptwalkingforward—trudging,flatfootedsteps,facedownandsquintingupbetweenthosetattooedfistsoneachsideofhishead—tillhegottheblackboyagainsttheringofnudemenanddroveafistsquareinthecenterofthewhite,starchedchest.Thatslatefacecrackedpink,ranatonguethecolorofstrawberryicecreamoverthelips.HeduckedawayfromMcMurphy’stankchargeandgotinanothercoupleoflicksbeforethatfistlaidhimanothergoodone.Themouthflewopenwiderthistime,ablotchofsickcolor.

           McMurphyhadredmarksontheheadandshoulders,buthedidn’tseemtobehurt.Hekeptcoming,takingtenblowsforone.Itkeptonthisway,backandforthintheshowerroom,tilltheblackboywaspantingandstaggeringandworkingmainlyatkeepingoutofthewayofthoseclubbingredarms.TheguyswereyellingforMcMurphytolayhimout.McMurphydidn’tactinanyhurry.

           Theblackboyspunawayfromablowonhisshoulderandlookedquicktowheretheothertwowerewatching."Williams...Warren...damnyou!"TheotherbigonepulledthecrowdapartandgrabbedMcMurphyaroundthearmsfrombehind.McMurphyshookhimofflikeabullshakingoffamonkey,buthewasrightback.

           SoIpickedhimoffandthrewhimintheshower.Hewasfulloftubes;hedidn’tweighmore’ntenorfifteenpounds.

           Theleastblackboyswunghisheadfromsidetoside,turned,andranforthedoor