He lay spread-eagled on the moist black earth of central Texas. His cheek pressed hard into the clayey darkness. His buttocks stung from his father's spanking. He refused to cry, Once maybe but not now. Never again. He felt nothing inside. He was pleased with himself. A huge contentment spread through him as he watched the disappearing sun pull the pink-edged purple blanket of night over the world.
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