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Rsd: And that's how it came to pass, that on the second-to-last day of the job, the convict crew that tarred the plate factory roof in the spring of 1949 wound up sitting in a row at ten o'clock in the morning, drinking icy cold Bfack Label beer, courtesy of the hardest screw that ever walked a turn at Shawshank State Prison.
Hadley: Drink up while it's cold, fadies.
Red: The colossal prick even managed to sound magnanimous. We sat and drank with the sun on our shoulders, and felt like free men. Hell, We could've been tarring the roof of one of our own houses.
W6 were the lords of all creation. As for Andy, he spent that break hunkered in the shade, a strange little smile on his face, watching us drink his beer.
Heywood: Want a cold one Andy ?
Andy: No thanks. I gave up drinking.
Red: You could argue he'd done it to curry favor with the guards, Or maybe make a few friends among us cons. Me, I think he did it just to feel normal again,. if only for a short while.