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"
I
’
m
sorry
?
"
said
Shadow
.
"
I
said
we
’
re
here
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
You
were
somewhere
else
.
"
"
I
was
thinking
about
snow
,
"
said
Shadow
.
In
Kinko
’
s
,
Wednesday
set
about
photocopying
the
deposit
slips
from
the
bank
.
He
had
the
clerk
instant
-
print
him
two
sets
of
ten
business
cards
.
Shadow
’
s
head
had
begun
to
ache
,
and
there
was
an
uncomfortable
feeling
between
his
shoulder
blades
;
he
wondered
if
he
had
slept
on
it
wrong
,
if
it
was
an
awkward
legacy
of
the
night
before
’
s
sofa
.
Wednesday
sat
at
the
computer
terminal
,
composing
a
letter
,
and
,
with
the
clerk
’
s
help
,
making
several
large
-
sized
signs
.
Snow
,
thought
Shadow
.
High
in
the
atmosphere
,
perfect
,
tiny
crystals
that
form
about
a
minute
piece
of
dust
,
each
a
lace
-
like
work
of
unique
,
six
-
sided
fractal
art
.
And
the
snow
crystals
clump
together
into
flakes
as
they
fall
,
covering
Chicago
in
their
white
plenty
,
inch
upon
inch
…
"
Here
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
He
handed
Shadow
a
cup
of
Kinko
’
s
coffee
,
a
half
-
dissolved
lump
of
non
-
dairy
creamer
powder
floating
on
the
top
.
"
I
think
that
’
s
enough
,
don
’
t
you
?
"
"
Enough
what
?
"
"
Enough
snow
.
Don
’
t
want
to
immobilize
the
city
,
do
we
?
"
The
sky
was
a
uniform
battleship
gray
.
Snow
was
coming
.
Yes
.
