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to figure that Mick had touched everything in the place, at one time or another, and you never knew where Mick’s hands had recently been. Actually, you pretty much did know where Mick’s hands had recently been, which was the problem.Most of Mick’s friends would have avoided shaking his hand if he had offered it; but he seemed to understand their concern, if only subconsciously, and never suggested hand-to-hand contact.Bart Simpson ran across a field of wrinkles, jumped in and out of folds of fabric, and .They talked about a rare adult video, supposedly produced in Japan, which was legendary among aficionados of sleaze; the film involved two men, two women, and one hermaphrodite, all costumed as Hitler. Mick had been chasing after this item for twelve years.The video didn’t sound all that interesting to Corky, but he didn’t have a chance to be bored by the conversation because in less than four minutescreen changed from GETTING IT ON to the succinct SATISFACTION.“Package delivered,” Mick said.[443] “That’s it?”“Yeah. The seeds have been planted in the phone-company, cable-company, and security-when you want it to happen, everything will go down.”“Without any more attention from you?”Mick grinned. “Slick, huh?”“Amazing,” Corky said.Mick tipped his head back to take a long swallow of Coke,