I stopped digging.

"No more cigarettes; pipes are better."

"Huh," I muttered.

"No more swearing; there'd be a fine for swearing."

"I--I wouldn't care," I said.

"Sure?"

"Sure!" I looked over at him. He was kind of smiling at me through the

smoke. I tried to grin back, but my face got the twitches and there was a

lump in my throat.

"You--you just stay here," I muttered.

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