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"
I
don
’
t
know
.
It
’
s
hard
to
see
inside
the
head
of
the
brave
.
"
"
Yes
.
That
’
s
how
they
keep
that
way
.
"
"
You
’
re
an
authority
.
"
"
You
’
re
right
,
darling
.
That
was
deserved
.
"
"
You
’
re
brave
.
"
"
No
,
"
she
said
.
"
But
I
would
like
to
be
.
"
"
I
’
m
not
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
know
where
I
stand
.
I
’
ve
been
out
long
enough
to
know
.
I
’
m
like
a
ball
-
player
that
bats
two
hundred
and
thirty
and
knows
he
’
s
no
better
.
"
"
What
is
a
ball
-
player
that
bats
two
hundred
and
thirty
?
It
’
s
awfully
impressive
.
"
"
It
’
s
not
.
It
means
a
mediocre
hitter
in
baseball
.
"
"
But
still
a
hitter
,
"
she
prodded
me
.
