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Wednesday
sighed
,
and
looked
down
at
the
paper
with
an
expression
of
pain
,
as
if
lowering
his
head
hurt
more
than
he
could
put
into
words
.
"
I
am
,
"
he
said
,
"
delighted
that
the
air
-
traffic
controllers
’
dispute
has
been
resolved
without
recourse
to
industrial
action
.
"
"
Not
that
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Look
.
It
says
it
’
s
the
fourteenth
of
February
.
"
"
Happy
Valentine
’
s
Day
.
"
"
So
we
set
out
January
the
what
,
twentieth
,
twenty
-
first
?
I
wasn
’
t
keeping
track
of
the
dates
,
but
it
was
the
third
week
of
January
.
We
were
three
days
on
the
road
,
all
told
.
So
how
is
it
the
fourteenth
of
February
?
"
"
Because
we
walked
for
almost
a
month
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
In
the
Badlands
.
Backstage
.
"
"
Hell
of
a
shortcut
,
"
said
Shadow
.
Wednesday
pushed
the
paper
away
.
"
Fucking
Johnny
Appleseed
,
always
going
on
about
Paul
Bunyan
.
In
real
life
Chapman
owned
fourteen
apple
orchards
.
He
farmed
thousands
of
acres
.
Yes
,
he
kept
pace
with
the
western
frontier
,
but
there
’
s
not
a
story
out
there
about
him
with
a
word
of
truth
in
it
,
save
that
he
went
a
little
crazy
once
.
But
it
doesn
’
t
matter
.
Like
the
newspapers
used
to
say
,
if
the
truth
isn
’
t
big
enough
,
you
print
the
legend
.
This
country
needs
its
legends
.
And
even
the
legends
don
’
t
believe
it
any
more
.
"
"
But
you
see
it
.
"
"
I
’
m
a
has
-
been
.
Who
the
fuck
cares
about
me
?
"
Shadow
said
softly
,
"
You
’
re
a
god
.
