“I still have most of them,” Voorhees said. “I mean, I think I have enough.” Frank thought it over for a few seconds. “I’ll have to stay with you,” he said. “That would be okay.” Voorhees got out of the chair and Frank followed him into the little shack. Frank went into a canvas bag that had once been Voorhees’s carry-on and now contained all his earthly goods. He took out a vial of pills—Valium, ten-milligram dosage—and a bottle of vodka, about two-thirds full. They went back outside. Frank sat down on the sand. Voorhees sat back down in the chair, shook a handful of pills into his hand, and
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