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"
You
mustn
’
t
talk
like
that
.
"
"
Yeah
.
Right
.
"
"
Well
,
if
you
do
cut
your
throat
,
"
said
Shadow
,
trying
to
jolly
Wednesday
out
of
his
darkness
,
"
maybe
it
wouldn
’
t
even
hurt
.
"
"
It
would
hurt
.
Even
for
my
kind
,
pain
still
hurts
.
If
you
move
and
act
in
the
material
world
,
then
the
material
world
acts
on
you
.
Pain
hurts
,
just
as
greed
intoxicates
and
lust
burns
.
We
may
not
die
easy
and
we
sure
as
hell
don
’
t
die
well
,
but
we
can
die
.
If
we
’
re
still
loved
and
remembered
,
something
else
a
whole
lot
like
us
comes
along
and
takes
our
place
and
the
whole
damn
thing
starts
all
over
again
.
And
if
we
’
re
forgotten
,
we
’
re
done
.
"
Shadow
did
not
know
what
to
say
.
He
said
,
"
So
where
are
you
calling
from
?
"
"
None
of
your
goddamn
business
.
"
"
Are
you
drunk
?
"
"
Not
yet
.
I
just
keep
thinking
about
Thor
.
You
never
knew
him
.
Big
guy
,
like
you
.
Good
hearted
.
Not
bright
,
but
he
’
d
give
you
the
goddamned
shirt
off
his
back
if
you
asked
him
.
And
he
killed
himself
.
He
put
a
gun
in
his
mouth
and
blew
his
head
off
in
Philadelphia
in
1932
.
What
kind
of
a
way
is
that
for
a
god
to
die
?
"
"
I
’
m
sorry
.
"
