they were patienthad the patience of saints

they knew how it was going to end

he didnt

          he giggled thin and high  a giggle not a laugh not sonorous

he got it

he was going to get it

    now he knew how it was going to end too

they entered the room

                         HEY boys. Suppose you heard.

We did. You get it.

I got it.

Good.

they gave it to him

he took it like a man

laughed sonorously

                     till sputteringspraying aerateddroplets silencedGUSHed in gouts as the blade severed his throat

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