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'
There
’
s
no
cigarettes
?
’
'
God
dam
,
Case
,
you
asked
me
that
ten
times
today
!
What
’
s
wrong
with
you
?
’
She
twisted
a
strand
of
hair
into
her
mouth
and
chewed
at
it
.
'
But
the
food
was
here
?
It
was
already
here
?
’
'
I
toldyou
,
man
,
it
was
washed
up
on
the
damn
beach
.
’
'
Okay
.
Sure
.
It
’
s
seamless
.
’
She
started
to
cry
again
,
a
dry
sobbing
.
'
Well
,
damn
you
anyway
,
Case
,
’
she
managed
,
finally
,
'
I
was
doin
’
just
fine
here
by
myself
.
’
He
got
up
,
taking
his
jacket
,
and
ducked
through
the
doorway
,
scraping
his
wrist
on
rough
concrete
.
There
was
no
moon
,
no
wind
,
sea
sound
all
around
him
in
the
darkness
.
His
jeans
were
tight
and
clammy
.
'
Okay
,
’
he
said
to
the
night
,
'
I
buy
it
.
I
guess
I
buy
it
.
But
tomorrow
some
cigarettes
better
wash
up
.
’
His
own
laughter
startled
him
.
'
A
case
of
beer
wouldn
’
t
hurt
,
while
you
’
re
at
it
.
’
He
turned
and
re
-
entered
the
bunker
.
She
was
stirring
the
embers
with
a
length
of
silvered
wood
.
'
Who
was
that
,
Case
,
up
in
your
coffin
in
Cheap
Hotel
?
Flash
samurai
with
those
silver
shades
,
black
leather
.
Scared
me
,
and
after
,
I
figured
maybe
she
was
your
new
girl
,
’
cept
she
looked
like
more
money
than
you
had
.
.
.
’
She
glanced
back
at
him
.
'
I
’
m
real
sorry
I
stole
your
RAM
.
’
'
Never
mind
,
’
he
said
.
'
Doesn
’
t
mean
anything
.
So
you
just
took
it
over
to
this
guy
and
had
him
access
it
for
you
?
’
