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"
Yup
.
Shit
.
That
boy
was
one
lucky
son
of
a
virgin
.
"
"
Jesus
?
"
"
Lucky
,
lucky
guy
.
He
could
fall
in
a
cesspit
and
come
up
smelling
like
roses
.
Hell
,
it
’
s
not
even
his
birthday
,
you
know
that
?
He
took
it
from
Mithras
.
You
run
into
Mithras
yet
?
Red
cap
.
Nice
kid
.
"
"
No
,
I
don
’
t
think
so
.
"
"
Well
…
I
’
ve
never
seen
Mithras
around
here
.
He
was
an
army
brat
.
Maybe
he
’
s
back
in
the
Middle
East
,
taking
it
easy
,
but
I
expect
he
’
s
probably
gone
by
now
.
It
happens
.
One
day
every
soldier
in
the
empire
has
to
shower
in
the
blood
of
your
sacrificial
bull
.
The
next
they
don
’
t
even
remember
your
birthday
.
"
Swish
went
the
windshield
wipers
,
pushing
the
snow
to
the
side
,
bunching
the
flakes
up
into
knots
and
swirls
of
clear
ice
.
A
traffic
light
turned
momentarily
yellow
and
then
red
,
and
Shadow
put
his
foot
on
the
brake
.
The
hearse
fishtailed
and
swung
around
on
the
empty
road
before
it
stopped
.
The
light
turned
green
.
Shadow
took
the
hearse
up
to
ten
miles
per
hour
,
which
seemed
enough
on
the
slippery
roads
.
It
was
perfectly
happy
cruising
in
second
gear
:
he
guessed
it
must
have
spent
a
lot
of
its
time
at
that
speed
,
holding
up
traffic
.
"
That
’
s
good
,
"
said
Jacquel
.
"
So
,
yeah
,
Jesus
does
pretty
good
over
here
.
But
I
met
a
guy
who
said
he
saw
him
hitchhiking
by
the
side
of
the
road
in
Afghanistan
and
nobody
was
stopping
to
give
him
a
ride
.
You
know
?
It
all
depends
on
where
you
are
.
"
"
I
think
a
real
storm
’
s
coming
,
"
said
Shadow
.
He
was
talking
about
the
weather
.
