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"
Get
to
sleep
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
’
ll
sleep
,
"
Piani
said
.
"
I
’
ve
been
asleep
sitting
up
all
day
.
The
whole
top
of
my
head
kept
coming
down
over
my
eyes
.
"
"
Take
your
boots
off
,
"
Bonello
said
.
"
That
’
s
old
fish
-
face
’
s
bed
.
"
"
Fish
-
face
is
nothing
to
me
.
"
Piani
lay
on
the
bed
,
his
muddy
boots
straight
out
,
his
head
on
his
arm
.
I
went
out
to
the
kitchen
.
Aymo
had
a
fire
in
the
stove
and
a
kettle
of
water
on
.
"
I
thought
I
’
d
start
some
pasta
asciutta
,
"
he
said
.
"
We
’
ll
be
hungry
when
we
wake
up
.
"
"
Aren
’
t
you
sleepy
,
Bartolomeo
?
"
"
Not
so
sleepy
.
When
the
water
boils
I
’
ll
leave
it
.
The
fire
will
go
down
.
"
"
You
’
d
better
get
some
sleep
,
"
I
said
.
"
We
can
eat
cheese
and
monkey
meat
.
"
"
This
is
better
,
"
he
said
.
"
Something
hot
will
be
good
for
those
two
anarchists
.
You
go
to
sleep
,
Tenente
.
"
"
There
’
s
a
bed
in
the
major
’
s
room
.
"
