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All
they
had
in
common
was
a
look
,
a
very
specific
look
.
It
said
,
You
know
me
;
or
perhaps
,
You
ought
to
know
me
.
An
instant
familiarity
that
was
also
a
distance
,
a
look
,
or
an
attitude
—
the
confidence
that
the
world
existed
for
them
,
and
that
it
welcomed
them
,
and
that
they
were
adored
.
The
fat
kid
moved
among
them
with
the
shuffling
walk
of
one
who
,
despite
having
no
social
skills
,
has
still
become
successful
beyond
his
dreams
.
His
black
coat
flapped
in
the
wind
.
Something
that
stood
beside
the
soft
drink
stand
in
Mother
Goose
Court
coughed
to
attract
his
attention
.
It
was
massive
,
and
scalpel
-
blades
jutted
from
its
face
and
its
fingers
.
Its
face
was
cancerous
.
"
It
will
be
a
mighty
battle
,
"
it
told
him
,
in
a
glutinous
voice
.
"
It
’
s
not
going
to
be
a
battle
,
"
said
the
fat
kid
.
"
All
we
’
re
facing
here
is
a
fucking
paradigm
shift
.
It
’
s
a
shakedown
.
Modalities
like
battle
are
so
fucking
Lao
Tzu
.
"
The
cancerous
thing
blinked
at
him
.
"
Waiting
,
"
is
all
it
said
in
reply
.
"
Whatever
,
"
said
the
fat
kid
.
Then
,
"
I
’
m
looking
for
Mister
World
.
You
seen
him
?
"
The
thing
scratched
itself
with
a
scalpel
-
blade
,
a
tumorous
lower
lip
pushed
out
in
concentration
.
Then
it
nodded
.
"
Over
there
,
"
it
said
.
The
fat
kid
walked
away
,
without
a
thank
-
you
,
in
the
direction
indicated
.
The
cancerous
thing
waited
,
saying
nothing
,
until
the
kid
was
out
of
sight
.
"
It
will
be
a
battle
,
"
said
the
cancerous
thing
to
a
woman
whose
face
was
smudged
with
phosphor
-
dots
.
She
nodded
,
and
leaned
closer
to
it
.
"
So
how
does
that
make
you
feel
?
"
she
asked
,
in
a
sympathetic
voice
.
