“Halt, Bubba.” I saw the cigar blazing like a lone, abandoned eye in the alcove. “Bear,” I said, surprised. “What are you doing here at this time of the night?” “I’m the good shepherd and I’ve got to watch over my wayward lambs. What are you so happy about? I get nervous when I see you smile, McLean. You moved across that quad like you were trying out for Tinker Bell.” “A girl, Colonel,” I said. “When did you switch preferences, Bubba?” “Tonight. Tonight, sir.” “McLean,” the Bear said gently, his cigar blazing. “You’re acting like it was the first time, Bubba.” “It was, Colonel.” He reached
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