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           Theskinbelowhereyeswaspaleandunhealthy-looking,butthefleshwasstillsmoothandfirm.Shewastwenty.Newlinesofpainwerestartingtoetchthemselvespermanentlyatthecornersofhermouth.Herdarkhairwasdrawnback,heldbyabandofprintedsilk.Thepatternmighthaverepresentedmicrocircuits,oracitymap.

           `NotifIremembertotakemypills,’hesaid,asatangiblewaveoflonginghithim,lustandlonelinessridinginonthewavelengthofamphetamine.Herememberedthesmellofherskinintheoverheateddarknessofacoffinneartheport,herfingerslockedacrossthesmallofhisback.

           Allthemeat,hethought,andallitwants.

           `Wage,’shesaid,narrowinghereyes.`Hewantstoseeyouwithaholeinyourface.’Shelitherowncigarette.

           `Whosays?Ratz?YoubeentalkingtoRatz?’

           `No.Mona.HernewsqueezeisoneofWage’sboys.’

           `Idon’towehimenough.Hedoesme,he’soutthemoneyanyway.’Heshrugged.

           `Toomanypeopleowehimnow,Case.Maybeyougettobetheexample.Youseriouslybetterwatchit.’

           `Sure.Howaboutyou,Linda?Yougotanywheretosleep?’

           `Sleep.’Sheshookherhead.`Sure,Case.’Sheshivered,hunchedforwardoverthetable.Herfacewasfilmedwithsweat.

           `Here,’hesaid,andduginthepocketofhiswindbreaker,comingupwithacrumpledfifty.Hesmootheditautomatically,underthetable,foldeditinquarters,andpassedittoher.

           `Youneedthat,honey.YoubettergiveittoWage.’