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"
That
’
s
how
it
is
,
"
someone
said
.
Teece
let
the
boy
go
.
"
All
right
.
Get
out
.
"
He
jerked
his
hand
back
in
the
store
.
"
But
I
hope
you
don
’
t
think
you
’
re
gonna
leave
any
trash
behind
to
clutter
my
store
.
"
"
No
,
sir
!
"
"
You
clean
everything
outa
your
shed
in
back
;
burn
it
.
"
Silly
shook
his
head
.
"
I
’
ll
take
it
with
.
"
"
They
won
’
t
let
you
put
it
on
that
damn
rocket
.
"
"
I
’
ll
take
it
with
,
"
insisted
the
boy
softly
.
He
rushed
back
through
the
hardware
store
.
There
were
sounds
of
sweeping
and
cleaning
out
,
and
a
moment
later
he
appeared
,
his
hands
full
of
tops
and
marbles
and
old
dusty
kites
and
junk
collected
through
the
years
.
Just
then
the
old
tin
Ford
drove
up
and
Silly
climbed
in
and
the
door
slammed
.
Teece
stood
on
the
porch
with
a
bitter
smile
.
"
What
you
goin
’
to
do
up
there
?
"
"
Startin
’
new
,
"
said
Silly
.
"
Gonna
have
my
own
hardware
.
"
"
God
damn
it
,
you
been
learnin
’
my
trade
so
you
could
run
off
and
use
it
!
"
