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"
You
are
indeed
.
Unfortunately
,
there
is
information
you
do
not
have
.
"
The
smile
that
followed
was
twisted
and
scarred
.
The
boy
blinked
.
He
said
,
"
Mister
World
?
What
happened
to
your
lips
?
"
World
sighed
.
"
The
truth
of
the
matter
,
"
he
said
,
"
is
that
somebody
sewed
them
together
.
A
long
time
ago
.
"
"
Whoa
,
"
said
the
fat
kid
.
"
Serious
omertà
shit
.
"
"
Yes
.
You
want
to
know
what
we
’
re
waiting
for
?
Why
we
didn
’
t
strike
last
night
?
"
The
fat
kid
nodded
.
He
was
sweating
,
but
it
was
a
cold
sweat
.
"
We
didn
’
t
strike
yet
,
because
I
’
m
waiting
for
a
stick
.
"
"
A
stick
?
"
"
That
’
s
right
.
A
stick
.
And
do
you
know
what
I
’
m
going
to
do
with
the
stick
?
"
A
head
shake
.
"
Okay
.
I
’
ll
bite
.
What
?
"
