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"
They
won
’
t
kill
me
.
"
He
touched
the
stars
at
his
collar
with
his
thumb
and
forefinger
.
"
See
me
do
that
?
We
always
touch
our
stars
if
anybody
mentions
getting
killed
.
"
"
Let
’
s
go
,
Sim
,
"
said
Saunders
standing
up
.
"
All
right
.
"
"
So
long
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
have
to
go
too
.
"
It
was
a
quarter
to
six
by
the
clock
inside
the
bar
.
"
Ciaou
,
Ettore
.
"
"
Ciaou
,
Fred
,
"
said
Ettore
.
"
That
’
s
pretty
fine
you
’
re
going
to
get
the
silver
medal
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
I
’
ll
get
it
.
"
"
You
’
ll
get
it
all
right
,
Fred
.
I
heard
you
were
going
to
get
it
all
right
.
"
"
Well
,
so
long
,
"
I
said
.
"
Keep
out
of
trouble
,
Ettore
.
"
"
Don
’
t
worry
about
me
.
I
don
’
t
drink
and
I
don
’
t
run
around
.
I
’
m
no
boozer
and
whorehound
.
I
know
what
’
s
good
for
me
.
"
"
So
long
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
’
m
glad
you
’
re
going
to
be
promoted
captain
.
"
