Lloyd Lloyd Whur’d you want to go to? Betty Betty Out of here, out of these woods! (Pleading for him to understand.) Oh, you think I ain’t right. I cain’t expect you to know how I feel. They’s sump’n—I don’t know what it is— Please! It’s like the woods wuz waitin’— Lloyd Lloyd Like a animal. Betty Betty To git us. To git us! I’m afeard. They’s things growin’ here—an’ fightin’. They’s things crawlin’ on the ground, under the ground—in the trees—everwhur! I’m afeard! Lloyd Lloyd I’m afeard! Betty Betty Lloyd! Lloyd Lloyd
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