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Had Ryder known what Nny thought about cigarettes shortening lives, he would have laughed, but Nny would not have understood why. "Where'd you do all this?" he asked, lighting his cigarette. His own transitory existence meant he had to work with what he could carry--the idea of nailguns and circular saws would not have occurred to him, or at least not in anything more than an abstract way. "How did you not get caught?" Getting caught had never been a problem for him, but he knew that most of the world was not quite so fortunate.