Suttree - Cormac McCarthy Suttree held out his hand. Wish me bon voyage, he said.
Why, where are you going?
do not know. Away from Knoxville.
But go 'there. He struck with his outstretched hand Suttree. You do not go just anywhere. When? Qund'รจ that you go?
Now. I'm already gone.
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