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He
was
too
big
to
lie
down
in
the
bathtub
,
but
he
sat
in
it
and
luxuriated
as
best
he
could
.
Shadow
had
promised
himself
a
bath
when
he
got
out
of
prison
,
and
Shadow
kept
his
promises
.
The
pizza
arrived
shortly
after
he
got
out
of
the
bath
,
and
Shadow
ate
it
,
washing
it
down
with
a
can
of
root
beer
.
Shadow
lay
in
bed
,
thinking
,
This
is
my
first
bed
as
a
free
man
,
and
the
thought
gave
him
less
pleasure
than
he
had
imagined
that
it
would
.
He
left
the
drapes
open
,
watched
the
lights
of
the
cars
and
of
the
fast
food
joints
through
the
window
glass
,
comforted
to
know
there
was
another
world
out
there
,
one
he
could
walk
to
anytime
he
wanted
.
Shadow
could
have
been
in
his
bed
at
home
,
he
thought
,
in
the
apartment
that
he
had
shared
with
Laura
-
in
the
bed
that
he
had
shared
with
Laura
.
But
the
thought
of
being
there
without
her
,
surrounded
by
her
things
,
her
scent
,
her
life
,
was
simply
too
painful
.
.
.
Don
’
t
go
there
,
thought
Shadow
.
He
decided
to
think
about
something
else
.
He
thought
about
coin
tricks
.
Shadow
knew
that
he
did
not
have
the
personality
to
be
a
magician
:
he
could
not
weave
the
stories
that
were
so
necessary
for
belief
,
nor
did
he
wish
to
do
card
tricks
,
nor
produce
paper
flowers
.
But
he
just
wanted
to
manipulate
coins
;
he
liked
the
craft
of
it
.
He
started
to
list
the
coin
vanishes
he
had
mastered
,
which
reminded
him
of
the
coin
he
had
tossed
into
Laura
’
s
grave
,
and
then
,
in
his
head
,
Audrey
was
telling
him
that
Laura
had
died
with
Robbie
’
s
c
*
ck
in
her
mouth
,
and
once
again
he
felt
a
small
hurt
in
his
heart
.
Every
hour
wounds
.
The
last
one
kills
.
Where
had
he
heard
that
?
He
thought
of
Wednesday
’
s
comment
and
smiled
,
despite
himself
:
Shadow
had
heard
too
many
people
telling
each
other
not
to
repress
their
feelings
,
to
let
their
emotions
out
,
let
the
pain
go
.
Shadow
thought
there
was
a
lot
to
be
said
for
bottling
up
emotions
.
If
you
did
it
long
enough
and
deep
enough
,
he
suspected
,
pretty
soon
you
wouldn
’
t
feel
anything
at
all
.
Sleep
took
him
then
,
without
Shadow
noticing
.
He
was
walking
.
.
.
