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"
Yes
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
What
the
f
*
*
k
is
he
after
?
I
mean
,
what
’
s
he
doing
here
?
He
must
have
a
plan
.
What
’
s
the
game
plan
?
"
"
I
started
working
for
Mister
Wednesday
this
morning
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
I
’
m
an
errand
boy
.
"
"
You
’
re
saying
you
don
’
t
know
?
"
"
I
’
m
saying
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
The
boy
opened
his
jacket
and
took
out
a
silver
cigarette
case
from
an
inside
pocket
.
He
opened
it
,
and
offered
a
cigarette
to
Shadow
.
"
Smoke
?
"
Shadow
thought
about
asking
for
his
hands
to
be
untied
,
out
decided
against
it
.
"
No
,
thank
you
,
"
he
said
.
The
cigarette
appeared
to
have
been
hand
-
rolled
,
and
when
the
boy
lit
it
,
with
a
matte
black
Zippo
lighter
,
it
smelled
a
little
like
burning
electrical
parts
.
The
boy
inhaled
deeply
,
then
held
his
breath
.
He
let
the
smoke
trickle
out
from
his
mouth
,
pulled
it
back
into
his
nostrils
.
Shadow
suspected
that
he
had
practiced
that
in
front
of
a
mirror
for
a
while
before
doing
it
in
public
.
"
If
you
’
ve
lied
to
me
,
"
said
the
boy
,
as
if
from
a
long
way
away
,
"
I
’
ll
f
*
*
king
kill
you
.
You
know
that
.
"
