Doris Robertson

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“You did a good thing today,” he said. “That shaking hands crap, it isn’t decent. The guys’ll hassle you for a while—especially Jensen—but just keep saying no. Should’ve done it myself. Takes guts, I know that.” “It wasn’t guts. I was scared.” Kiowa shrugged. “Same difference.”
The Things They Carried
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