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what you're thinking. I'm lonely. But I ain't dangerous."

"Okay," I said. And I went into the back room to get my broom. When I came back out, Otis was standing where I left him, still staring down at his feet.

"It was on account of the music," he said. "What was?" I asked. "Why I went to jail. It was on account of the music. " "What happened?"

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