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'Listen, Teddy, what do you care what a fat old pile of shit like him said about your father"
 "Huh? I mean, sincerely! That don't change nothing, does it? What a fat old pile of  shit like him says? Huh? Huh? Does it?"
At last, when the force of his crying had trailed off a little, t was Chris who went to him.  (King 30)
 "He still stormed the beaches at Normandy, right?"
It changed nothing .  (King 30)
 "He still stormed the beaches at Normandy, right?"
But to hear it spoken of in bright  daylight, something must have gone over and over in his mind while he was lying awake  in bed and looking at the moon offcentre in one windowpane, something he must have  thought about in his slow and broken way until it seemed almost holy, trying to make  sense out of it, and then to have it brought home to him that everybody else had merely  dismissed his dad as a loony ... that had rocked him.  (King 30)
 " He still stormed the beaches at Normandy, right?"
Teddy shook his head violently. (King 30)
Teddy shook his head violently. (King 30)
He picked up one of  Teddy's sweaty, grimy hands and patted it. (King 30)

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