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:: Sunday, February 20, 2005 ::





INT. PAUL'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Paul lies awake, staring at the moon outside his window.

PAUL (V.O.)
I think about all the people I've loved, now long gone.
I think about my beautiful Jan, and how I lost her so many years ago.
I think about all of us walking our own Green Mile, each in our own time. But one thought, more than any other, keeps meawake most nights...
(beat)
...if he could make a mouse live so long, how much longer do I have?

He looks over at the nightstand...

PAUL (V.O.)
We each owe a death, there are no
exceptions, but sometimes, oh God, the Green Mile is so long...

...and WE PAN to reveal Mr. Jingles sleeping fitfully in his cigar box, chasing that spool in his dreams as we

FADE OUT:

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