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You 'know' that you go whereT' TO VIETNAM, he said. The second pitch almost hit Owen Meany in the head; he dove in the dirt to avoid it. For what would everyone say about me and the girl I chose? And what would the girls I didn't choose think of me? MARY BETH BAIRD HAS NEVER BEEN MARY, Owen said. They're not getting here until late tomorrow, I told him.

What exactly does a casualty assistance officer do! I asked. I drew in my breath, and Hester-with her raging mouth full of purple thread-looked up at that instant and saw Owen, too. FASTER! Owen shouted once, out on the empty road to Rye. Something like an exploding star showered over the black river.