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Feeling like a louse, I turned to look down at Willy. "She says I've got
to kill you."
"How?"
Red had come to the edge of the drawing desk. "What does it matter,
how?" she said sternly. "You know perfectly well that the only way to
get rid of the body you're in is to die." She looked back at me. "What
are you waiting for?"