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"
What
the
hell
is
that
purple
piece
of
shit
you
’
re
driving
?
"
asked
Wednesday
,
by
way
of
greeting
.
"
Well
,
"
said
Shadow
,
"
you
drove
off
with
my
white
piece
of
shit
.
Where
is
it
,
by
the
way
?
"
"
I
traded
it
in
in
Duluth
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
You
can
’
t
be
too
careful
.
Don
’
t
worry
—
you
’
ll
get
your
share
when
all
this
is
done
.
"
"
What
am
I
doing
here
?
"
asked
Shadow
.
"
In
Lakeside
,
I
mean
.
Not
in
the
world
.
"
Wednesday
smiled
his
smile
,
the
one
that
made
Shadow
want
to
hit
him
.
"
You
’
re
living
here
because
it
’
s
the
last
place
they
’
ll
look
for
you
.
I
can
keep
you
out
of
sight
here
.
"
"
By
they
you
mean
the
black
hats
?
"
"
Exactly
.
I
’
m
afraid
the
House
on
the
Rock
is
now
out
of
bounds
.
It
’
s
a
little
difficult
,
but
we
’
ll
cope
.
Now
it
’
s
just
stamping
our
feet
and
flag
-
waving
,
caracole
and
saunter
until
the
action
starts
—
a
little
later
than
any
of
us
expected
.
I
think
they
’
ll
hold
off
until
spring
.
Nothing
big
can
happen
until
then
.
"
"
How
come
?
"
"
Because
they
may
babble
on
about
micro
-
milliseconds
and
virtual
worlds
and
paradigm
shifts
and
what
-
have
-
you
,
but
they
still
inhabit
this
planet
and
are
still
bound
by
the
cycle
of
the
year
.
These
are
the
dead
months
.
A
victory
in
these
months
is
a
dead
victory
.
"
"
I
have
no
idea
what
you
’
re
talking
about
,
"
said
Shadow
.
That
was
not
entirely
true
.
He
had
a
vague
idea
,
and
he
hoped
it
was
wrong
.
