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"
As
for
me
,
a
fish
.
"
Paulie
lost
himself
in
dreams
as
he
crunched
on
a
husk
pulled
from
his
beard
.
"
I
've
a
fancy
for
a
fish
,
I
can
tell
you
.
"
"
So
let
's
catch
some
fish
.
"
"
Where
?
"
growled
Yannick
Brass
.
"
In
the
bushes
?
"
"
In
the
stream
.
"
"
Some
stream
.
You
can
piss
to
the
other
side
.
What
sort
of
fish
could
be
in
there
?
"
"
There
are
fish
.
"
Ciri
licked
her
spoon
clean
and
slipped
it
into
the
top
of
her
boot
.
"
I
saw
them
when
I
went
to
get
the
water
.
But
they
're
sick
or
something
,
those
fish
.
They
've
got
a
rash
.
Black
and
red
spots
-
"
"
Trout
!
"
roared
Paulie
,
spitting
crumbs
of
husk
.
"
Well
,
boys
,
to
the
stream
double-quick
!
Regan
!
Get
your
breeches
down
!
We
'll
turn
them
into
a
fishing-trap
.
"
"
Why
mine
?
"
"
Pull
them
off
,
at
the
double
,
or
I
'll
wallop
you
,
snothead
!
Did
n't
mother
say
you
have
to
listen
to
me
?
"
