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"
Maybe
just
limbering
up
.
"
Say
—
know
what
would
be
interesting
?
How
about
if
you
turned
the
cards
blindfolded
or
something
and
see
how
close
they
come
to
yesterday
.
"
"
No
!
"
she
said
.
"
That
wouldn
’
t
work
.
You
kidding
me
,
or
do
you
really
go
for
it
?
"
"
Way
I
look
at
it
,
it
doesn
’
t
matter
about
believing
.
I
don
’
t
believe
in
extrasensory
perception
,
or
lightning
or
the
hydrogen
bomb
,
or
even
violets
or
schools
of
fish
—
but
I
know
they
exist
.
I
don
’
t
believe
in
ghosts
but
I
’
ve
seen
them
.
"
"
Now
you
’
re
kidding
.
"
"
I
’
m
not
.
"
"
You
don
’
t
seem
like
the
same
man
.
"
"
I
’
m
not
.
Maybe
nobody
is
,
for
long
.
"
"
What
caused
it
,
Eth
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
Maybe
I
’
m
sick
of
being
a
grocery
clerk
.
"
