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           Oh,Doug,ifhecatchesyouwithhisdummy!Whatwillourfolksthink?Stealing!"

           "Quiet!"

           Theylistenedtothemoonlitriverofstreetbehindthem."Now,Tom,youcancomehelpmerescueher,butyoucan’tifyousay’dummy’ortalkloudordragalongassomuchdeadweight."

           "I’llhelp!"Tomassumedhalftheweight."Mygosh,she’slight."

           "ShewasrealyoungwhenNapoleon..."Douglasstopped."Oldpeopleareheavy.That’showyoutell."

           "Butwhy?Tellmewhyallthisrunningaroundforher,Doug.Why?"

           Why?Douglasblinkedandstopped.Thingshadgonesofast,hehadrunsofarandhisbloodwassohigh,hehadlongsinceforgottenwhy.Onlynow,astheymovedagainalongthesidewalk,shadowslikeblackbutterfliesontheireyelids,thethicksmellofdustywaxontheirhands,didhehavetimetoreasonwhy,and,slowly,speakofit,hisvoiceasstrangeasmoonlight.

           "Tom,acoupleweeksago,IfoundoutIwasalive.Boy,didIhoparound.Andthen,justlastweekinthemovies,IfoundoutI’dhavetodiesomeday.Ineverthoughtofthat,really.AndallofasuddenitwaslikeknowingtheY.M.C.A.wasgoingtobeshutupforeverorschool,whichisn’tsobadasweliketothink,beingoverforgood,andallthepeachtreesoutsidetownshrivelingupandtheravinebeingfilledinandnoplacetoplayeveragainandmesickinbedforaslongasIcouldthinkandeverythingdark,andIgotscared.So,Idon’tknow;whatIwanttodoisthis:helpMme.Tarot.