 “I'm not going to run away,’ Stanley said. “Good
thinking,” said Mr. Sir. “Nobody runs away from here. We don't
need a fence. Know why? Because we've got the only water for a
hundred miles. You want to run away? You'll be buzzard food in
three days.”
Stanley
could see some kids dressed in orange and carrying shovels dragging
themselves toward the tents.
“You
thirsty?” asked Mr. Sir.
“Yes,
Mr. Sir,” Stanley said gratefully.
“Well,
you better get used to it. You're going to be thirsty for the
next eighteen months.”
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