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           "Oh.Ofcourse." 

           "It’sfinework. MondaybumMillay,WednesdayWhitman,FridayFaulkner, burn’emtoashes,thenbumtheashes. That’sourofficialslogan." 

           Theywalkedstillfurtherandthegirlsaid, "Isittruethatlongagofiremenputfiresoutinsteadofgoingtostartthem?" 

           "No.Houses,havealwaysbeenfireproof,takemywordforit." 

           "Strange.Iheardoncethatalongtimeagohousesusedtoburnbyaccident andtheyneededfirementostoptheflames." 

           Helaughed. 

           Sheglancedquicklyover. "Whyareyoulaughing?" 

           "Idon’tknow."Hestartedtolaughagain andstopped"Why?" 

           "YoulaughwhenIhaven’tbeenfunnyandyouanswerrightoff. YouneverstoptothinkwhatI’veaskedyou." 

           Hestoppedwalking, "Youareanoddone,"hesaid,lookingather. "Haven’tyouanyrespect?" 

           "Idon’tmeantobeinsulting. It’sjust,Ilovetowatchpeopletoomuch,Iguess." 

           "Well,doesn’tthismeananythingtoyou?" Hetappedthenumerals451stitchedonhischar-colouredsleeve.