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"
I
know
.
Me
neither
.
Le
’
s
talk
about
when
we
get
there
;
an
’
you
move
away
’
fore
I
get
crazy
.
"
He
shifted
away
a
little
.
"
Well
,
I
’
ll
get
to
studyin
’
nights
right
off
,
"
he
said
.
She
sighed
deeply
.
"
Gonna
get
one
a
them
books
that
tells
about
it
an
’
cut
the
coupon
,
right
off
.
"
"
How
long
,
you
think
?
"
she
asked
.
"
How
long
what
?
"
"
How
long
’
fore
you
’
ll
be
makin
’
big
money
an
’
we
got
ice
?
"
"
Can
’
t
tell
,
"
he
said
importantly
.
"
Can
’
t
really
rightly
tell
.
Fella
oughta
be
studied
up
pretty
good
’
fore
Christmus
.
"
"
Soon
’
s
you
get
studied
up
we
could
get
ice
an
’
stuff
,
I
guess
.
"
He
chuckled
.
"
It
’
s
this
here
heat
,
"
he
said
.
"
What
you
gonna
need
ice
roun
’
Christmus
for
?
"
She
giggled
.
"
Tha
’
s
right
.
But
I
’
d
like
ice
any
time
.
Now
don
’
t
.
You
’
ll
get
me
crazy
!
"
The
dusk
passed
into
dark
and
the
desert
stars
came
out
in
the
soft
sky
,
stars
stabbing
and
sharp
,
with
few
points
and
rays
to
them
,
and
the
sky
was
velvet
.
And
the
heat
changed
.
