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"
Sorry
.
I
don
’
t
smoke
.
"
"
Then
don
’
t
you
worry
none
.
"
The
old
man
stared
out
at
the
sea
.
There
weren
’
t
many
soldiers
in
the
Armored
Infantry
who
suffered
from
nicotine
addiction
.
Probably
because
you
couldn
’
t
smoke
during
battle
,
when
you
needed
it
the
most
.
I
stood
silent
.
I
didn
’
t
want
to
do
or
say
anything
stupid
.
I
couldn
’
t
let
him
find
out
I
was
a
deserter
.
They
shot
deserters
.
Escaping
the
Mimics
just
to
be
killed
by
the
army
didn
’
t
make
much
sense
.
The
girl
tugged
at
the
man
’
s
hand
.
"
She
tires
out
real
easy
.
Good
eyes
on
her
,
though
.
Been
born
a
boy
,
she
’
da
been
quite
a
fisherman
.
"
"
Yeah
.
"
"
Just
one
thing
’
fore
I
go
.
Ain
’
t
never
seen
anythin
’
like
this
.
Came
runnin
’
out
my
house
quick
as
I
might
,
found
you
here
.
What
you
make
of
it
?
Anythin
’
to
do
with
’
em
croakers
?
"
He
raised
his
arm
.
My
eyes
followed
the
gnarled
twigs
of
his
fingers
as
he
pointed
.
The
water
had
turned
green
.
Not
the
emerald
green
you
’
d
see
off
the
shore
of
some
island
in
the
South
Pacific
,
but
a
frothy
,
turbid
green
,
as
if
a
supertanker
filled
with
green
tea
ice
cream
had
run
aground
and
spilled
its
cargo
into
the
bay
.
A
dead
fish
floated
on
the
waves
,
a
bright
fleck
of
silver
.
