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“We have comraded long together, and it has been pleasant — pleasant for both; but I must go now, and we shall not see each other any more.”
“In this life, but in another? We shall meet in another, surely?”
Then, all tranquilly and soberly, he made the strange answer:
“There is no other.”
“Have you seen see?” Goober asks. See? Sea? C? I have a hard time understanding Goober sometimes, so I just sort of shake my head to encourage him to continue.
Goober is my small engine repair guy, and one of the few people I talk to anymore. Everyone seems to call him Goober except his wife who calls him Edwin. I can’t call a grown man Goober, so if I have to refer to him at all I use buddy, which is fairly acceptable in these parts, as in “Hey, I think you might be on fire there, buddy.” (Pipe smoker, really happened.)
