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"
I
do
n't
know
.
"
He
started
to
laugh
again
and
stopped
"
Why
?
"
"
You
laugh
when
I
have
n't
been
funny
and
you
answer
right
off
.
You
never
stop
to
think
what
I
've
asked
you
.
"
He
stopped
walking
,
"
You
are
an
odd
one
,
"
he
said
,
looking
at
her
.
"
Have
n't
you
any
respect
?
"
"
I
do
n't
mean
to
be
insulting
.
It
's
just
,
I
love
to
watch
people
too
much
,
I
guess
.
"
"
Well
,
does
n't
this
mean
anything
to
you
?
"
He
tapped
the
numerals
451
stitched
on
his
char-coloured
sleeve
.
"
Yes
,
"
she
whispered
.
She
increased
her
pace
.
"
Have
you
ever
watched
the
jet
cars
racing
on
the
boulevards
down
that
way
?
"
You
're
changing
the
subject
!
"
"
I
sometimes
think
drivers
do
n't
know
what
grass
is
,
or
flowers
,
because
they
never
see
them
slowly
,
"
she
said
.
"
If
you
showed
a
driver
a
green
blur
,
Oh
yes
!
he
'd
say
,
that
's
grass
!
A
pink
blur
?
That
's
a
rose-garden
!
White
blurs
are
houses
.
Brown
blurs
are
cows
.
My
uncle
drove
slowly
on
a
highway
once
.
He
drove
forty
miles
an
hour
and
they
jailed
him
for
two
days
.
Is
n't
that
funny
,
and
sad
,
too
?
"
"
You
think
too
many
things
,
"
said
Montag
,
uneasily
.
"
I
rarely
watch
the
'
parlour
walls
'
or
go
to
races
or
Fun
Parks
.
So
I
've
lots
of
time
for
crazy
thoughts
,
I
guess
.
Have
you
seen
the
two-hundred-foot-long
billboards
in
the
country
beyond
town
?
Did
you
know
that
once
billboards
were
only
twenty
feet
long
?
But
cars
started
rushing
by
so
quickly
they
had
to
stretch
the
advertising
out
so
it
would
last
.
"
