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"
C
’
mon
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
She
looks
barely
legal
.
"
"
I
’
ve
never
been
overly
concerned
about
legality
,
"
Wednesday
told
him
.
"
Not
as
long
as
I
get
what
I
want
.
Sometimes
the
nights
are
long
and
cold
.
And
I
need
her
,
not
as
an
end
in
herself
,
but
to
wake
me
up
a
little
.
Even
King
David
knew
that
there
is
one
easy
prescription
to
get
warm
blood
flowing
through
an
old
frame
:
take
one
virgin
,
call
me
in
the
morning
.
"
Shadow
caught
himself
wondering
if
the
girl
on
night
duty
in
the
hotel
back
in
Eagle
Point
had
been
a
virgin
.
"
Don
’
t
you
ever
worry
about
disease
?
"
he
asked
.
"
What
if
you
knock
her
up
?
What
if
she
’
s
got
a
brother
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
I
don
’
t
worry
about
diseases
.
I
don
’
t
catch
them
.
People
like
me
avoid
them
.
Unfortunately
,
for
the
most
part
people
like
me
fire
blanks
,
so
there
’
s
not
a
great
deal
of
interbreeding
.
It
used
to
happen
in
the
old
days
.
Nowadays
,
it
’
s
possible
,
but
so
unlikely
as
to
be
almost
unimaginable
.
So
no
worries
there
.
And
many
girls
have
brothers
,
and
fathers
.
Some
even
have
husbands
.
It
’
s
not
my
problem
.
Ninety
-
nine
times
out
of
a
hundred
,
I
’
ve
left
town
already
.
"
"
So
we
’
re
staying
here
for
the
night
?
"
Wednesday
rubbed
his
chin
.
"
I
shall
stay
in
the
Motel
6
,
"
he
said
.
Then
he
put
his
hand
into
his
coat
pocket
.
He
pulled
out
a
front
-
door
key
,
bronze
-
colored
,
with
a
card
tag
attached
on
which
was
typed
an
address
:
502
NORTHRIDGE
RD
,
APT
#
3
.
"
You
,
on
the
other
hand
,
have
an
apartment
waiting
for
you
,
in
a
city
far
from
here
.
"
Wednesday
closed
his
eyes
for
a
moment
.
Then
he
opened
them
,
gray
and
gleaming
and
fractionally
mismatched
,
and
he
said
,
"
The
Greyhound
bus
will
be
coming
through
town
in
twenty
minutes
.
It
stops
at
the
gas
station
.
Here
’
s
your
ticket
.
"
He
pulled
out
a
folded
bus
ticket
,
passed
it
across
the
table
.
Shadow
picked
it
up
and
looked
at
it
.
"
Who
’
s
Mike
Ainsel
?
"
he
asked
.
That
was
the
name
on
the
ticket
.
"
You
are
.
Happy
Christmas
.
"
"
And
where
’
s
Lakeside
?
"
