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“Wolves don’t eat people, you know,” says Edmund. “I saw that on the nature channel. That’s just propaganda. You have been programmed by pernicious ideas.”

“That’s ordinary wolves,” the wolf dismisses.

“That’s not!”

“That’s wolves that don’t drip acid,” says the wolf, “and don’t have awful fetters hurting them every second of fourteen hundred years, give or take a few at the beginning. And that don’t come out of rocks and get turned into gold.”

“You don’t know that,” says Edmund. “You’re just . . . you’ve just had a bad influence.”

“What?”

“That Hans guy,” says Edmund. “He was bad!”

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