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" I don't call people for help. It's not because of the way I was raised, at least I don't think so; it's the way I was made. Johanna once said that if I was drowning at Dark Score Lake I would die silently fifty feet out from the public beach rather than yell for help. It's not a question of love or affection. I can give those and I can take them. I feel pain like everyone else. I need to touch and be touched. But if someone asks me 'Are you all right?' I can't answer no. I can't say help me. "
------ Stephen King Bag of Bones ------
------ New English Library - Hodder and Stoughton 1999 ------