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"
It
’
s
the
only
place
nearby
level
enough
for
an
airfield
.
"
"
I
see
.
"
"
If
you
’
ll
hold
out
,
it
can
be
a
whole
new
start
for
you
,
Danny
.
Hold
onto
it
.
You
could
take
the
cure
and
when
you
came
out
you
’
d
have
a
nest
egg
.
"
"
But
no
nest
.
Maybe
I
’
d
rather
sell
it
and
drink
it
up
and
—
‘
When
the
bough
breaks
the
cradle
will
fall
,
and
down
will
come
baby
,
cradle
and
all
.
’
"
He
sang
shrilly
and
laughed
.
"
Do
you
want
the
place
,
Eth
?
Is
that
why
you
came
here
?
"
"
I
want
you
to
be
well
.
"
"
I
am
well
.
"
"
I
want
to
explain
,
Danny
.
If
you
were
a
bum
,
you
could
be
free
to
do
whatever
you
want
.
But
you
have
something
a
group
of
forward
-
looking
citizens
want
and
need
.
"
"
Taylor
Meadow
.
And
I
’
m
going
to
hold
onto
it
.
I
’
m
forward
-
looking
too
.
"
He
glanced
affectionately
at
the
bottle
.
"
Danny
,
I
told
you
,
it
’
s
the
only
place
for
an
airport
.
It
’
s
a
key
place
.
They
have
to
have
it
—
either
that
or
level
the
hills
,
and
they
can
’
t
afford
that
.
"
"
Then
I
have
them
by
the
ying
-
yang
and
I
’
m
going
to
twist
.
"
