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"
I
noticed
the
departed
.
"
"
They
’
re
bums
,
"
she
said
with
sudden
hatred
.
"
All
bums
.
"
"
It
excites
them
.
He
’
s
dead
.
They
’
re
not
.
"
"
He
was
their
butt
when
he
was
alive
.
It
’
s
not
right
that
he
should
be
their
butt
now
.
It
’
s
.
.
.
"
She
trailed
off
,
not
able
to
express
what
it
was
,
or
how
it
was
obscene
.
"
Weed
-
eater
?
"
"
Yes
!
What
else
did
he
have
?
"
Her
tone
was
accusing
,
but
he
did
not
drop
his
eyes
,
and
she
felt
the
blood
rush
to
her
face
.
"
I
’
m
sorry
.
Are
you
a
priest
?
This
must
revolt
you
.
"
"
I
’
m
not
and
it
doesn
’
t
.
"
He
knocked
the
whiskey
back
neatly
and
did
not
grimace
.
"
Once
more
,
please
.
"
"
I
’
ll
have
to
see
the
color
of
your
coin
first
.
I
’
m
sorry
.
"
"
No
need
to
be
.
"
