Well, it ain't a local prerogative, Augustus said. Of course he had seen boys jerk at themselves, and he had done it plenty, but having a woman use soap and warm water on it brought matters to a head much quicker than was usual. Hell, you're partial to her yourself, Gus said. They trotted over and saw that Po Campo had made the hailstones into a kind of candy, with the use of a little molasses.
He had never been sure. Cleaned of dirt he looked very young, only a few years older than her oldest boy would have been had he lived. It wouldn't be much of a rest. Augustus, who had sat by himself most of the day, walked over and squatted down by Newt, who sat a little way apart.
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