”“Fine, shoot me,” Roland said. “For him it could never be enough. “I said fuck you,” Roland said calmly, “but if that puzzles you, Blaine, I can make it clearer. There ain’t that much beef in a butcher shop.
“Hello, Blaine,” Jake said, and wet his lips. She had only to glimpse the Mayor’s wife from the corner of her eye to remember what Roland had said that day on the Drop: For a moment I thought she was my mother. “Yes,” he said. Dave offered the gunslinger a nervous, half-embarrassed smile.
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