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She
said
,
"
I
want
answers
.
I
want
to
know
things
.
"
He
lit
a
cigarette
and
passed
it
to
her
.
She
took
it
and
inhaled
.
Then
she
blinked
.
"
I
can
almost
taste
this
one
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
think
maybe
I
can
.
"
She
smiled
.
"
Mm
.
Nicotine
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
he
said
.
"
Why
did
you
go
to
the
women
in
the
farmhouse
?
"
"
Shadow
told
me
to
go
to
them
,
"
she
said
.
"
He
said
to
ask
them
for
water
.
"
"
I
wonder
if
he
knew
what
it
would
do
.
Probably
not
.
Still
,
that
’
s
the
good
thing
about
having
him
dead
on
his
tree
.
I
know
where
he
is
at
all
times
,
now
.
He
’
s
off
the
board
.
"
"
You
set
up
my
husband
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
set
him
up
all
the
way
,
you
people
.
He
has
a
good
heart
,
you
know
that
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Mr
.
World
.
"
I
know
.
"
"
Why
did
you
want
him
?
"
"
Patterns
,
and
distraction
,
"
said
Mr
.
World
.
"
When
this
is
all
done
with
,
I
guess
I
’
ll
sharpen
a
stick
of
mistletoe
and
go
down
to
the
ash
tree
,
and
ram
it
through
his
eye
.
That
’
s
what
those
morons
fighting
out
there
have
never
been
able
to
grasp
.
It
’
s
never
a
matter
of
old
and
new
.
It
’
s
only
about
patterns
.
Now
.
My
stick
,
please
.
"
