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"
That
’
s
right
.
"
"
But
now
,
baby
,
it
’
s
all
over
.
I
don
’
t
operate
now
and
I
feel
like
hell
.
This
is
a
terrible
war
,
baby
.
You
believe
me
when
I
say
it
.
Now
you
cheer
me
up
.
Did
you
bring
the
phonograph
records
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
They
were
wrapped
in
paper
in
a
cardboard
box
in
my
rucksack
.
I
was
too
tired
to
get
them
out
.
"
Don
’
t
you
feel
good
yourself
,
baby
?
"
"
I
feel
like
hell
.
"
"
This
war
is
terrible
,
"
Rinaldi
said
.
"
Come
on
.
We
’
ll
both
get
drunk
and
be
cheerful
.
Then
we
’
ll
go
get
the
ashes
dragged
.
Then
we
’
ll
feel
fine
.
"
"
I
’
ve
had
the
jaundice
,
"
I
said
,
"
and
I
can
’
t
get
drunk
.
"
"
Oh
,
baby
,
how
you
’
ve
come
back
to
me
.
You
come
back
serious
and
with
a
liver
.
I
tell
you
this
war
is
a
bad
thing
.
Why
did
we
make
it
anyway
.
"
"
We
’
ll
have
a
drink
.
I
don
’
t
want
to
get
drunk
but
we
’
ll
have
a
drink
.
"
