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Then
Albert
straightened
up
and
said
,
’
Damned
if
I
know
.
Probably
they
get
answers
,
and
serve
’
em
right
.
’
’
He
said
I
could
go
out
with
him
tonight
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
You
’
re
a
lucky
boy
then
,
aren
’
t
you
,
’
said
Albert
vaguely
,
heading
back
for
the
cottage
.
’
Did
he
really
make
all
this
?
’
said
Mort
,
tagging
along
after
him
.
’
Yes
.
’
’
Why
?
’
’
I
suppose
he
wanted
somewhere
where
he
could
feel
at
home
.
’
’
Are
you
dead
,
Albert
?
’
’
Me
?
Do
I
look
dead
?
’
The
old
man
snorted
when
Mort
started
to
give
him
a
slow
,
critical
look
,
’
and
you
can
stop
that
.
I
’
m
as
alive
as
you
are
.
Probably
more
.
’
’
Sorry
.
’
