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"
Yeah
,
we
can
.
And
we
're
gon
na
.
"
Jud
's
face
was
lost
behind
the
glaring
circle
of
the
flashlight
.
"
Jud
,
it
's
dark
.
It
's
late
.
And
cold
--
"
"
Come
on
,
"
Jud
said
.
"
Let
's
get
it
done
.
"
Louis
shook
his
head
and
tried
to
begin
again
,
but
the
words
came
hard
--
the
words
of
explanation
and
reason
.
They
seemed
so
meaningless
against
the
low
shriek
of
the
wind
,
the
seedling
bed
of
stars
in
the
black
.
"
It
can
wait
till
tomorrow
when
we
can
see
--
"
"
Does
she
love
the
cat
?
"
"
Yes
,
but
--
"
Jud
's
voice
,
soft
and
somehow
logical
:
"
And
do
you
love
her
?
"
"
Of
course
I
love
her
,
she
's
my
dau
--
"
"
Then
come
on
.
"
