ultimately she had like-she and her rip-off friends counted them-over eighteen thousand u.s. fifteen-cent stamps . as if everyone was celebrating being alive-before it was too late . his sword was out , but it hung loose in his grip , as if it were too heavy to lift . `` why would anyone fight like that ? '' they 're getting ready to start the funeral , i suppose . ' as i did , i caught sight of her hand . if he has done something wrong , what does that have to do with me ? 