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"
What
do
you
want
here
,
Eth
?
"
"
I
want
to
help
you
.
"
"
You
know
better
than
that
.
"
"
You
’
re
sick
.
"
"
Think
I
don
’
t
know
it
?
I
know
it
better
than
anyone
.
"
He
groped
behind
his
cot
and
brought
out
a
bottle
of
Old
Forester
one
-
third
full
.
"
Have
a
shot
?
"
"
No
,
Danny
.
That
’
s
expensive
whisky
.
"
"
I
have
friends
.
"
"
Who
gave
it
to
you
?
"
"
That
’
s
none
of
your
business
,
Eth
.
"
He
took
a
drink
and
kept
it
down
,
but
for
a
moment
it
was
not
easy
.
And
then
his
color
came
back
.
He
laughed
.
"
My
friend
wanted
to
talk
business
but
I
fooled
him
.
I
passed
out
before
he
could
get
it
said
.
He
didn
’
t
know
how
little
it
takes
.
Do
you
want
to
talk
business
,
Eth
?
’
Cause
I
can
pass
out
again
quick
.
"
"
Do
you
have
any
feeling
about
me
,
Danny
?
Any
trust
?
Any
—
well
,
feeling
?
"
