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           "Can’thetalk?"Ilookedattheonethatwasn’tdoinganytalking."Can’tyoutalkatall?"Iaskedhim.

           "Yeah,"hesaid."Idon’tfeellikeit."

           Finallywefoundtheplacewherethemummieswere,andwewentin.

           "YouknowhowtheEgyptiansburiedtheirdead?"Iaskedtheonekid.

           "Naa."

           "Well,youshould.It’sveryinteresting.Theywrappedtheirfacesupintheseclothsthatweretreatedwithsomesecretchemical.Thatwaytheycouldbeburiedintheirtombsforthousandsofyearsandtheirfaceswouldn’trotoranything.NobodyknowshowtodoitexcepttheEgyptians.Evenmodernscience."

           Togettowherethemummieswere,youhadtogodownthisverynarrowsortofhallwithstonesonthesidethatthey’dtakenrightoutofthisPharaoh’stombandall.Itwasprettyspooky,andyoucouldtellthetwohot-shotsIwaswithweren’tenjoyingittoomuch.Theystuckcloseashelltome,andtheonethatdidn’ttalkatallpracticallywasholdingontomysleeve."Let’sgo,"hesaidtohisbrother."Iseen‘emawreddy.C’mon,hey."Heturnedaroundandbeatit.

           "He’sgotayellastreakamilewide,"theotheronesaid."Solong!"Hebeatittoo.

           Iwastheonlyoneleftinthetombthen.Isortoflikedit,inaway.Itwassoniceandpeaceful.Then,allofasudden,you’dneverguesswhatIsawonthewall.Another"Fuckyou."Itwaswrittenwitharedcrayonorsomething,rightundertheglasspartofthewall,underthestones.