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"
Well
...
"
"
Here
we
are
,
sitting
in
my
chair
,
"
Louis
said
.
"
Do
you
think
my
chair
will
still
be
here
tomorrow
?
"
"
Yeah
,
sure
.
"
"
Then
you
have
faith
it
will
be
here
.
As
it
so
happens
,
I
do
,
too
.
Faith
is
believing
a
thing
will
be
,
or
is
.
Get
it
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
Ellie
nodded
positively
.
"
But
we
do
n't
know
it
'll
be
here
.
After
all
,
some
crazed
chair
burglar
might
break
in
and
take
it
,
right
?
"
Ellie
giggled
.
Louis
smiled
.
"
We
just
have
faith
that
wo
n't
happen
.
Faith
is
a
great
thing
,
and
really
religious
people
would
like
us
to
believe
that
faith
and
knowing
are
the
same
thing
,
but
I
do
n't
believe
that
myself
.
Because
there
are
too
many
different
ideas
on
the
subject
.
What
we
know
is
this
:
When
we
die
,
one
of
two
things
happens
.
Either
our
souls
and
thoughts
somehow
survive
the
experience
of
dying
or
they
do
n't
.
If
they
do
,
that
opens
up
every
possibility
you
could
think
of
.
If
we
do
n't
,
it
's
just
blotto
.
The
end
.
"
"
Like
going
to
sleep
?
"
He
considered
this
and
then
said
,
"
More
like
having
ether
,
I
think
.
"
