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
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