“I know that,” Dave explained, “That’s why we want you to stay here with us.  How does that sound?”

   “Wylie stopped crying.  “Really?  You guys would have me, even though I’m a clone of Oates?”

   “Honorably.  Come on let’s light that other bone and make fun of these idiots, beating the snot outta each other?”

   The look of acceptance and genuine happiness came over Wylie’s face.  He grabbed the bone as fast as he could and lit it.  He inhaled like crazy and passed it to his friend, Dave.  Dave took it and they watched us big guys spar.

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