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’
I
can
’
t
believe
all
this
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
I
mean
you
sound
as
if
you
want
to
die
.
’
’
There
’
s
some
things
I
shall
miss
,
’
she
said
.
’
But
it
gets
thin
,
you
know
.
Life
,
I
’
m
referring
to
.
You
can
’
t
trust
your
own
body
any
more
,
and
it
’
s
time
to
move
on
.
I
reckon
it
’
s
about
time
I
tried
something
else
.
Did
he
tell
you
magical
folk
can
see
him
all
the
time
?
’
’
No
,
’
said
Mort
,
inaccurately
.
’
Well
,
we
can
.
’
’
He
doesn
’
t
like
wizards
and
witches
much
,
’
Mort
volunteered
.
’
Nobody
likes
a
smartass
,
’
she
said
with
some
satisfaction
.
’
We
give
him
trouble
,
you
see
.
Priests
don
’
t
,
so
he
likes
priests
.
’
’
He
’
s
never
said
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
Ah
.
They
’
re
always
telling
folk
how
much
better
it
’
s
going
to
be
when
they
’
re
dead
.
We
tell
them
it
could
be
pretty
good
right
here
if
only
they
’
d
put
their
minds
to
it
.
’
Mort
hesitated
.
He
wanted
to
say
:
you
’
re
wrong
,
he
’
s
not
like
that
at
all
,
he
doesn
’
t
care
if
people
are
good
or
bad
so
long
as
they
’
re
punctual
.
And
kind
to
cats
,
he
added
.
But
he
thought
better
of
it
.
It
occurred
to
him
that
people
needed
to
believe
things
.
