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"
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
said
Eddie
,
stopping
.
"
Why
do
you
ask
me
?
"
"
I
just
ask
everybody
.
Maybe
somebody
’
ll
tell
me
.
"
Eddie
looked
uneasily
at
the
blank
,
emaciated
face
and
white
hair
.
"
It
’
s
cold
in
this
joint
,
"
said
Pop
Harper
.
"
It
’
s
going
to
be
colder
this
winter
.
"
"
What
are
you
doing
?
"
Eddie
asked
,
pointing
at
the
pieces
of
typewriter
.
"
The
damn
thing
’
s
busted
again
.
No
use
sending
it
out
,
took
them
three
months
to
fix
it
the
last
time
.
Thought
I
’
d
patch
it
up
myself
.
Not
for
long
,
I
guess
.
"
He
let
his
fist
drop
down
on
the
keys
.
"
You
’
re
ready
for
the
junk
pile
,
old
pal
.
Your
days
are
numbered
.
"
Eddie
started
.
That
was
the
sentence
he
had
tried
to
remember
:
Your
days
are
numbered
.
But
he
had
forgotten
in
what
connection
he
had
tried
to
remember
it
.
"
It
’
s
no
use
,
Eddie
,
"
said
Pop
Harper
.
"
What
’
s
no
use
?
"
"
Nothing
.
Anything
.
"
