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           LyinginbednightsIcanjustturnonalightinmyheadandoutitcomesonthewall,clearasheck,andthereyou’llbe,yellingandwavingatme."

           "Shutyoureyes,Doug.Now,tellme,whatcoloreyesIgot?Don’tpeek.WhatcoloreyesIgot?"

           Douglasbegantosweat.Hiseyelidstwitchednervously."Awheck,John,that’snotfair."

           "Tellme!"

           "Brown!"

           Johnturnedaway."No,sir."

           "Whatdoyoumean,no?"

           "You’renotevenclose!"Johnclosedhiseyes.

           "Turnaroundhere,"saidDouglas."Openup,letmesee."

           "It’snouse,"saidJohn."Youforgotalready.JustthewayIsaid.

           "Turnaroundhere!"Douglasgrabbedhimbythehairandturnedhimslowly.

           "Okay,Doug."Johnopenedhiseyes.

           "Green."Douglas,dismayed,lethishanddrop."Youreyesaregreen...Well,that’sclosetobrown.Almosthazel!"

           "Doug,don’tlietome.""Allright,"saidDougquietly."Iwon’t."

           Theysattherelisteningtotheotherboysrunningupthehill,shriekingandyellingatthem.

           Theyracedalongtherailroadtracks,openedtheirlunchinbrown-papersacks,andsniffeddeeplyofthewax-wrappeddeviled-hamsandwichesandgreen-seapicklesandcoloredpeppermints.TheyranandranagainandDouglasbenttoscorchhisearonthehotsteelrails,hearingtrainssofarawaytheywereunseenvoyagingsinotherlands,sendingMorse-codemessagestohimhereunderthekillingsun.Douglasstoodup,stunned.

           "John!"

           ForJohnwasrunning,andthiswasterrible.Becauseifyouran,timeran.