“Oh, no, I went last time!”
“You’re going this time, too.”
“Now wait just a damn minute. There are people here who’ve never gone out on patrol and I’ve been sent every time. That guy hasn’t gone, Richmond, whatever his name is. How is that fair?”
“Richmond knows how to blacksmith. Used to work at Colonial Williamsburg. He can make weapons from scrap metal. Him we need. What did you do again?”
“I teach semiotics at the community college.”
Someone snorted, and there were titters of laughter.
He spoke as if to a five-year-old. “Semiotics is important!”
“Not any more.”
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