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"
You
're
all
heart
and
a
mile
wide
,
"
I
said
.
My
voice
sounded
all
right
--
so
far
,
anyway
--
but
my
heart
was
pounding
hard
.
I
was
afraid
of
him
,
and
I
do
n't
think
that
realization
was
entirely
new
.
He
reminded
me
of
Percy
Wetmore
,
and
I
'd
never
been
afraid
of
him
...
but
when
I
knew
Percy
,
I
had
been
young
.
Brad
's
smile
widened
,
but
became
no
less
pleasant
.
"
Folks
tellin
me
you
been
in
here
all
night
,
Paulie
,
just
writing
your
little
report
.
Now
,
that
's
just
no
good
.
Old
farts
like
you
need
their
beauty
rest
.
"
"
Percy
--
"
I
began
,
then
saw
a
frown
crease
his
grin
and
realized
my
mistake
.
I
took
a
deep
breath
and
began
again
.
"
Brad
,
what
have
you
got
against
me
?
"
He
looked
puzzled
for
a
moment
,
maybe
a
bit
unsettled
.
Then
the
grin
returned
.
"
Old-timer
,
"
he
said
,
"
could
be
I
just
do
n't
like
your
face
.
What
you
writin
,
anyway
?
Last
will
n
testicles
?
"
He
came
forward
,
craning
.
I
slapped
my
hand
over
the
page
I
'd
been
working
on
.
The
rest
of
them
I
began
to
rake
together
with
my
free
hand
,
crumpling
some
in
my
hurry
to
get
them
under
my
arm
and
under
cover
.
"
Now
,
"
he
said
,
as
if
speaking
to
a
baby
,
"
that
ai
n't
going
to
work
,
you
old
sweetheart
.
If
Brad
wants
to
look
,
Brad
is
going
to
look
.
And
you
can
take
that
to
the
everfucking
bank
.
"
His
hand
,
young
and
hideously
strong
,
closed
over
my
wrist
,
and
squeezed
.
Pain
sank
into
my
hand
like
teeth
,
and
I
groaned
.
"
Let
go
,
"
I
managed
.
