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"
Why
do
you
want
it
?
"
"
It
’
s
a
souvenir
of
this
whole
sorry
mess
,
"
said
Mr
.
World
.
"
Don
’
t
worry
,
it
’
s
not
mistletoe
.
"
He
flashed
a
grin
.
"
It
symbolizes
a
spear
,
and
in
this
sorry
world
,
the
symbol
is
the
thing
.
"
The
noises
from
outside
grew
louder
.
"
Which
side
are
you
on
?
"
she
asked
.
"
It
’
s
not
about
sides
,
"
he
told
her
.
"
But
since
you
asked
,
I
’
m
on
the
winning
side
.
Always
.
That
’
s
what
I
do
best
.
"
She
nodded
,
and
she
did
not
let
go
of
the
stick
.
"
I
can
see
that
,
"
she
said
.
She
turned
away
from
him
,
and
looked
out
of
the
cavern
door
.
Far
below
her
,
in
the
rocks
,
she
could
see
something
that
glowed
and
pulsed
.
It
wrapped
itself
around
a
thin
,
mauve
-
faced
bearded
man
,
who
was
beating
at
it
with
a
squeegee
stick
,
the
kind
of
squeegee
that
people
like
him
use
to
smear
across
car
windshields
at
traffic
lights
.
There
was
a
scream
,
and
they
both
disappeared
from
view
.
"
Okay
.
I
’
ll
give
you
the
stick
,
"
she
said
.
Mr
.
World
’
s
voice
came
from
behind
her
.
"
Good
girl
,
"
he
said
reassuringly
,
in
a
way
that
struck
her
as
being
both
patronizing
and
indefinably
male
.
It
made
her
skin
crawl
.
She
waited
in
the
rock
doorway
until
she
could
hear
his
breath
in
her
ear
.
She
had
to
wait
until
he
got
close
enough
.
She
had
that
much
figured
out
.
The
ride
was
more
than
exhilarating
;
it
was
electric
.
