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"
Just
wanted
to
talk
,
"
said
the
fat
kid
.
There
was
a
whine
in
his
voice
.
"
It
’
s
creepy
in
my
room
.
That
’
s
all
.
It
’
s
creepy
in
there
.
Fifty
miles
to
a
McDonald
’
s
,
can
you
believe
that
?
Maybe
I
could
stay
in
here
with
you
.
"
"
What
about
your
friends
from
the
limo
?
The
ones
who
hit
me
?
Shouldn
’
t
you
ask
them
to
stay
with
you
?
"
"
The
children
wouldn
’
t
operate
out
here
.
We
’
re
in
a
dead
zone
.
"
Shadow
said
,
"
It
’
s
a
while
until
midnight
,
and
it
’
s
longer
to
dawn
.
I
think
maybe
you
need
rest
.
I
know
I
do
.
"
The
fat
kid
said
nothing
for
a
moment
,
then
he
nodded
,
and
walked
out
of
the
room
.
Shadow
closed
his
door
,
and
locked
it
with
the
key
.
He
lay
back
on
the
mattress
.
After
a
few
moments
the
noise
began
.
It
took
him
a
few
moments
to
figure
out
what
it
had
to
be
,
then
he
unlocked
his
door
and
walked
out
into
the
hallway
.
It
was
the
fat
kid
,
now
back
in
his
own
room
.
It
sounded
like
he
was
throwing
something
huge
against
the
walls
of
the
room
.
From
the
sounds
,
Shadow
guessed
that
what
he
was
throwing
was
himself
.
"
It
’
s
just
me
!
"
he
was
sobbing
.
Or
perhaps
,
"
It
’
s
just
meat
.
"
Shadow
could
not
tell
.
"
Quiet
!
"
came
a
bellow
from
Czernobog
’
s
room
,
down
the
hall
.
Shadow
walked
down
to
the
lobby
and
out
of
the
motel
.
He
was
tired
.
The
driver
still
stood
beside
the
Humvee
,
a
dark
shape
in
a
peaked
cap
.
