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"
Insidious
?
"
"
Yeah
.
Insidious
.
Logging
’
s
dead
.
Mining
’
s
dead
.
Tourists
don
’
t
drive
further
north
than
the
Dells
,
’
cept
for
a
handful
of
hunters
and
some
kids
going
to
camp
on
the
lakes
—
and
they
aren
’
t
spending
their
money
in
the
towns
.
"
"
Lakeside
seems
kind
of
prosperous
,
though
.
"
The
old
man
’
s
blue
eyes
blinked
.
"
And
believe
me
,
it
takes
a
lot
of
work
,
"
he
said
.
"
Hard
work
.
But
this
is
a
good
town
,
and
all
the
work
all
the
people
here
put
into
it
is
worthwhile
.
Not
that
my
family
weren
’
t
poor
as
kids
.
Ask
me
how
poor
we
was
as
kids
.
"
Shadow
put
on
his
straight
-
man
face
and
said
,
"
How
poor
were
you
as
kids
,
Mister
Hinzelmann
?
"
"
Just
Hinzelmann
,
Mike
.
We
were
so
poor
that
we
couldn
’
t
afford
a
fire
.
Come
New
Year
’
s
Eve
my
father
would
suck
on
a
peppermint
,
and
us
kids
,
we
’
d
stand
around
with
our
hands
outstretched
,
basking
in
the
glow
.
"
Shadow
made
a
rim
-
shot
noise
.
Hinzelmann
put
on
his
ski
-
mask
and
did
up
his
huge
plaid
coat
,
pulled
out
his
car
keys
from
his
pocket
and
then
,
last
of
all
,
pulled
on
his
great
gloves
.
"
You
get
too
bored
up
here
,
you
just
come
down
to
the
store
and
ask
for
me
.
I
’
ll
show
you
my
collection
of
hand
-
tied
fishing
flies
.
Bore
you
so
much
that
getting
back
here
will
be
a
relief
.
"
His
voice
was
muffled
,
but
audible
.
"
I
’
ll
do
that
,
"
said
Shadow
with
a
smile
.
"
How
’
s
Tessie
?
"
"
Hibernating
.
She
’
ll
be
out
in
the
spring
.
You
take
care
now
,
Mister
Ainsel
.
"
And
he
closed
the
door
behind
him
as
he
left
.
