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"
Wouldn
’
t
she
let
you
stay
with
her
?
"
"
Oh
,
she
wanted
me
to
stay
with
her
,
all
right
.
"
Aarfy
chuckled
.
"
Don
’
t
you
worry
about
good
old
Aarfy
.
But
I
wasn
’
t
going
to
take
advantage
of
a
sweet
kid
like
that
just
because
she
’
d
had
a
little
too
much
to
drink
.
What
kind
of
a
guy
do
you
think
I
am
?
"
"
Who
said
anything
about
taking
advantage
of
her
?
"
Yossarian
railed
at
him
in
amazement
.
"
All
she
wanted
to
do
was
get
into
bed
with
someone
.
That
’
s
the
only
thing
she
kept
talking
about
all
night
long
.
"
"
That
’
s
because
she
was
a
little
mixed
up
,
"
Aarfy
explained
.
"
But
I
gave
her
a
little
talking
to
and
really
put
some
sense
into
her
.
"
"
You
bastard
!
"
Yossarian
exclaimed
,
and
sank
down
tiredly
on
the
divan
beside
Kid
Sampson
.
"
Why
the
hell
didn
’
t
you
give
her
to
one
of
us
if
you
didn
’
t
want
her
?
"
"
You
see
?
"
Hungry
Joe
asked
.
"
There
’
s
something
wrong
with
him
.
"
Yossarian
nodded
and
looked
at
Aarfy
curiously
.
"
Aarfy
,
tell
me
something
.
Don
’
t
you
ever
screw
any
of
them
?
"
Aarfy
chuckled
again
with
conceited
amusement
.
"
Oh
sure
,
I
prod
them
.
Don
’
t
you
worry
about
me
.
But
never
any
nice
girls
.
I
know
what
kind
of
girls
to
prod
and
what
kind
of
girls
not
to
prod
,
and
I
never
prod
any
nice
girls
.
This
one
was
a
sweet
kid
.
You
could
see
her
family
had
money
.
Why
,
I
even
got
her
to
throw
that
ring
of
hers
away
right
out
the
car
window
.
"
Hungry
Joe
flew
into
the
air
with
a
screech
of
intolerable
pain
.
"
You
did
what
?
"
he
screamed
.
"
You
did
what
?
"
He
began
whaling
away
at
Aarfy
’
s
shoulders
and
arms
with
both
fists
,
almost
in
tears
.
"
I
ought
to
kill
you
for
what
you
did
,
you
lousy
bastard
.
He
’
s
sinful
,
that
’
s
what
he
is
.
He
’
s
got
a
dirty
mind
,
ain
’
t
he
?
Ain
’
t
he
got
a
dirty
mind
?
"
"
The
dirtiest
,
"
Yossarian
agreed
.
"
What
are
you
fellows
talking
about
?
"
Aarfy
asked
with
genuine
puzzlement
,
tucking
his
face
away
protectively
inside
the
cushioning
insulation
of
his
oval
shoulders
.
"
Aw
,
come
on
,
Joe
,
"
he
pleaded
with
a
smile
of
mild
discomfort
.
"
Quit
punching
me
,
will
you
?
"
But
Hungry
Joe
would
not
quit
punching
until
Yossarian
picked
him
up
and
pushed
him
away
toward
his
bedroom
.
Yossarian
moved
listlessly
into
his
own
room
,
undressed
and
went
to
sleep
.
A
second
later
it
was
morning
,
and
someone
was
shaking
him
.
"
What
are
you
waking
me
up
for
?
"
he
whimpered
.
