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' The soldier stopped laughing. He patted his chest, then spit out the ragged remains of his latest toothpick. By chance. He tells himself repeatedly to ignore the goddam hip, he is nothing but mind now, anyway, but he might as well be an amputee trying to convince his missing limb to stop throbbing.

' 'Okay,' Henry says. It was the mental picture of Pete hopping . but they—Ithk’s people—ruled it. He closed his eyes and waited.