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On
Ninsei
,
he
took
the
measure
of
the
crowd
.
Friday
.
It
to
be
a
Friday
.
Linda
was
probably
in
the
arcade
.
Might
have
money
,
or
at
least
cigarettes
.
.
.
Coughing
,
wringing
rain
from
the
front
of
his
shirt
,
he
edged
through
the
crowd
to
the
arcade
’
s
entrance
.
Holograms
twisted
and
shuddered
to
the
roaring
of
the
games
,
ghosts
overlapping
in
the
crowded
haze
of
the
place
,
a
smell
of
sweat
and
bored
tension
.
A
sailor
in
a
white
t
-
shirt
nuked
Bonn
on
a
Tank
War
console
,
an
azure
flash
.
She
was
playing
Wizard
’
s
Castle
,
lost
in
it
,
her
gray
eyes
rimmed
with
smudged
black
paintstick
.
She
looked
up
as
he
put
his
arm
around
her
,
smiled
.
'
Hey
.
How
you
doin
’
?
Look
wet
.
’
He
kissed
her
.
'
You
made
me
blow
my
game
,
’
she
said
.
'
Look
there
,
asshole
.
Seventh
level
dungeon
and
the
goddam
vampires
got
me
.
’
She
passed
him
a
cigarette
.
'
You
look
pretty
strung
,
man
.
Where
you
been
?
’
'
I
don
’
t
know
.
’
'
You
high
,
Case
?
Drinkin
’
again
?
Eatin
’
Zone
’
s
dex
?
’
'
Maybe
.
.
.
how
long
since
you
seen
me
?
’
'
Hey
,
it
’
s
a
put
-
on
,
right
?
’
She
peered
at
him
.
'
Right
?
’
