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George said, “Guys like us got no fambly. They make a little stake an’ then they blow it in. They ain’t got nobody in the worl’ that gives a hoot in hell about ‘em-”
“But not us,” Lennie cried happily. “Tell about us now.”
George was quiet for a moment. “But not us,” he said.
“Because—”
“Because I got you an’-”
“An’ I got you. We got each other, that’s what, that gives a hoot in hell about us,” Lennie cried in triumph.

"You ain’t gonna leave me, are ya, George? I know you ain’t."  

George came stiffly near and sat down beside him. “No.”  

"I knowed it," Lennie cried. "You ain’t that kind."

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