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there’s a crescent moon in the sky and a crust on the snow and the hills go on for ever . . . and the other wolves, well, fill up as the population of Ankh-Morpork began its informal shift change between the night people and the day people. All of them avoided Windle. People didn’t bump into a zombie if they could help it.
He reached the University gates. which were now open, and made his way to his bedroom.
He’d need money, if he was moving out. He’d saved quite a lot over the years. Had he made a will? He’d they feel what it’s like, of course, but they don’t know like I do. To feel and know at the same time. No-one else knows what that’s like. No-one else in the whole world could know what that’s like. Windle became aware of teetering on the edge of a pit of sorrows. He never knew what to say in moments like this.Lupine brightened up. ‘Come to that . . . what’s it like, being a zombie?’‘It’s OK. It’s not too bad.’Lupine nodded.‘See you around,’ he said, and strode off.The streets were beginning to