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"
No
?
I
’
m
sorry
.
It
’
s
harder
to
pick
and
choose
when
you
’
re
dead
.
It
’
s
like
a
photograph
,
you
know
.
It
doesn
’
t
matter
as
much
.
"
"
It
matters
to
me
.
"
Laura
lit
another
cigarette
.
Her
movements
were
fluid
and
competent
,
not
stiff
.
Shadow
wondered
,
for
a
moment
,
if
she
was
dead
at
all
.
Perhaps
this
was
some
kind
of
elaborate
trick
.
"
Yes
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
see
that
.
Well
,
we
carried
on
our
affair
-
although
we
didn
’
t
call
it
that
,
we
did
not
call
it
anything
-
for
most
of
the
last
two
years
.
"
"
Were
you
going
to
leave
me
for
him
?
"
"
Why
would
I
do
that
?
You
’
re
my
big
bear
.
You
’
re
my
puppy
.
You
did
what
you
did
for
me
.
I
waited
three
years
for
you
to
come
back
to
me
.
I
love
you
.
"
He
stopped
himself
from
saying
I
love
you
,
too
.
He
wasn
’
t
going
to
say
that
.
Not
anymore
.
"
So
what
happened
the
other
night
?
"
"
The
night
I
was
killed
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
Well
,
Robbie
and
I
went
out
to
talk
about
your
welcome
-
back
surprise
party
.
It
would
have
been
so
good
.
And
I
told
him
that
we
were
done
.
Finished
.
That
now
that
you
were
back
that
was
the
way
it
had
to
be
.
"
