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I
don
’
t
really
believe
,
Shadow
thought
.
I
don
’
t
believe
any
of
this
.
Maybe
I
’
m
still
fifteen
.
Mom
’
s
still
alive
and
I
haven
’
t
even
met
Laura
yet
.
Everything
that
’
s
happened
so
far
has
been
some
kind
of
especially
vivid
dream
.
And
yet
he
could
not
believe
that
either
.
All
we
have
to
believe
with
is
our
senses
:
the
tools
we
use
to
perceive
the
world
,
our
sight
,
our
touch
,
our
memory
.
If
they
lie
to
us
,
then
nothing
can
be
trusted
.
And
even
if
we
do
not
believe
,
then
still
we
cannot
travel
in
any
other
way
than
the
road
our
senses
show
us
;
and
we
must
walk
that
road
to
the
end
.
Then
the
fire
burned
out
,
and
there
was
darkness
in
Valaskjalf
,
Odin
’
s
Hall
.
"
Now
what
?
"
whispered
Shadow
.
"
Now
we
go
back
to
the
Carousel
room
,
"
muttered
Mr
.
Nancy
,
"
and
old
One
-
Eye
buys
us
all
dinner
,
greases
some
palms
,
kisses
some
babies
,
and
no
one
says
the
G
-
word
any
more
.
"
"
G
-
word
?
"
"
Gods
.
What
were
you
doin
’
the
day
they
handed
out
brains
,
boy
,
anyway
?
"
"
Someone
was
telling
a
story
about
stealing
a
tiger
’
s
balls
,
and
I
had
to
stop
and
find
out
how
it
ended
.
"
Mr
.
Nancy
chuckled
.
"
But
nothing
was
resolved
.
Nobody
agreed
to
anything
.
"
