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`How you doing, Dixie?'
`I'm dead, Case. Got enough time in on this Hosaka to figure that one.'
`How's it feel?'
`It doesn't.'
`Bother you?'
`What bothers me is, nothin' does.'
`How's that?'
`Had me this buddy in the Russian camp, Siberia, his thumb was frostbit. Medics came by and they cut it off. Month later he's tossin' all night. Elroy, I said, what's eatin' you? Goddam thumb's itchin', he says. So I told him, scratch it. McCoy, he says, it's the other goddam thumb.'
When the construct laughed, it came through as something else, not laughter, but a stab ofcold down Case's spine.
`Do me a favor, boy.'
`What's that, Dix?' `
This scam of yours, when it's over, you erase this goddam thing.'
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