it'll keep
keep at something
keep in with somebody
keep to yourself
keep up
'How many's that you've done, Jerome?'
Jerome put down his knife for a second on the pumpkin-strewn table and lifted his head to think. After a pause, he said, '16, 709.'
The other man, Peters, looked amazed. '16, 709?'
Jerome nodded. 'Yup, I can hardly with demand.'
'Do you get a chance to do anything other than cutting up pumpkins? You must be at it nearly 24 hours a day.'
'25 would be closer to it,' Jerome grinned. 'But it's not like. If I don't do them for the Halloween, then I don't do them at all.'
'Don't you miss people? TV? Other stuff like that?'
'You know me, Peters. I like to. I never get bored of my own company.'
Peters nodded sagely. 'Then there's Mrs Jerome's love of pumpkin pie.'
'Ay,' chuckled Jerome. I have to her, that's for sure.'
'Well, you'd better, then. So long Jerome.'
'So long Peters,' said Jerome, turning to pumpkin 16, 710.
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