followed eagerly.  “Oh, you can just call me Clyde, what’s your name General?”

   “It’s more of a number,” he said

   “Well,” asked Clyde, “Why don’t you just name yourself?  Come up with something you like and when people call you by that number, you say, HEY!  MY NAME IS… whatever you want to call yourself.”

   The General brought him into the shower room and before he let him go he grabbed his arm and drew him in close.  He looked both ways and then spoke softly, but loud enough for Clyde to hear.  “Sometimes, I act like my name is General because everybody already calls me that and would never suspect me of my treachery.  It mak...

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