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"
Tom
,
"
said
Douglas
,
"
just
promise
me
one
thing
,
okay
?
"
"
It
’
s
a
promise
.
What
?
"
"
You
may
be
my
brother
and
maybe
I
hate
you
sometimes
,
but
stick
around
,
all
right
?
"
"
You
mean
you
’
ll
let
me
follow
you
and
the
older
guys
when
you
go
on
hikes
?
"
"
Well
.
.
.
sure
.
.
.
even
that
.
What
I
mean
is
,
don
’
t
go
away
,
huh
?
Don
’
t
let
any
cars
run
over
you
or
fall
off
a
cliff
.
"
"
I
should
say
not
!
Whatta
you
think
I
am
,
anyway
?
"
"
Cause
if
worst
comes
to
worst
,
and
both
of
us
are
real
old
—
say
forty
or
forty
-
five
some
day
—
we
can
own
a
gold
mine
out
West
and
sit
there
smoking
corn
silk
and
growing
beards
.
"
"
Growing
beards
!
Boy
!
"
"
Like
I
say
,
you
stick
around
and
don
’
t
let
nothing
happen
.
"
"
You
can
depend
on
me
,
"
said
Tom
.
