“ The year before, when a prisoner hard rushed him in the exercise yard with a shank whittled out of a crate-slate, Moores had stood his ground, grabbed the skatehound’s wrist, and had twisted it so hard that the snapping bones had sounded like dry twigs burning in a hot fire. The skatehound, all his grievances forgotten, had gone down on his knees in the dirt and begun screaming for his mother. “I’m not her,” Moores said in his cultured Southern voice, “but if I was, I’d raise up my skirts and piss on you from the loins that gave you birth.
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