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"
I
won
’
t
be
here
for
long
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
just
thought
it
might
be
an
appropriate
time
to
make
you
an
offer
.
"
"
Okay
.
Make
the
offer
.
"
"
Relax
,
"
she
said
.
There
was
a
smile
in
her
voice
.
"
You
have
such
a
stick
up
your
butt
.
Look
,
Wednesday
’
s
dead
.
You
don
’
t
owe
anyone
anything
.
Throw
in
with
us
.
Time
to
Come
Over
to
the
Winning
Team
.
"
Shadow
said
nothing
.
"
We
can
make
you
famous
,
Shadow
.
We
can
give
you
power
over
what
people
believe
and
say
and
wear
and
dream
.
You
want
to
be
the
next
Cary
Grant
?
We
can
make
that
happen
.
We
can
make
you
the
next
Beatles
.
"
"
I
think
I
preferred
it
when
you
were
offering
to
show
me
Lucy
’
s
tits
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
If
that
was
you
.
"
"
Ah
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
need
my
room
back
.
Good
night
.
"
"
And
then
of
course
,
"
she
said
,
not
moving
,
as
if
he
had
not
spoken
,
"
we
can
turn
it
all
around
.
We
can
make
it
bad
for
you
.
You
could
be
a
bad
joke
forever
,
Shadow
.
Or
you
could
be
remembered
as
a
monster
.
You
could
be
remembered
forever
,
but
as
a
Manson
,
a
Hitler
…
how
would
you
like
that
?
"
