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           "MikeAinsel."

           "Hi,Mike.Feelinganybetter?"

           "Alittle,yes."

           "Sowherewouldyoulikemetotakeyoufirst?"

           Shadowputhishandsdowntothehotairstream,painfulonhisfingers,thenhepulledthemaway.Letithappeninitsowntime."Canyoujustdropmeoffinthetowncenter?"

           "Wouldn’thearofit.Longasyoudon’tneedmetodriveagetawaycarforyourbankrobberyI’llhappilytakeyouwhereveryouneedtogo.Thinkofitasthetownwelcomewagon."

           "Wherewouldyousuggestwestart?"

           "Youonlymovedinlastnight."

           "That’sright."

           "Youeatenbreakfastyet?"

           "Notyet."

           "Well,thatseemslikeaheckofagoodstartingplacetome,"saidMulligan.

           Theywereoverthebridgenow,andenteringthenorthwestsideofthetown."ThisisMainStreet,"saidMulligan,"andthis,"hesaid,crossingMainStreetandturningright,"isthetownsquare."Eveninthewinterthetownsquarewasimpressive,butShadowknewthatthisplacewasmeanttobeseeninsummer:itwouldbeariotofcolor,ofpoppiesandirisesandflowersofeverykind,andtheclumpofbirchtreesinonecornerwouldbeagreenandsilverbower.