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“So what are my options?” Nestor says as soon as Al leaves.
“You options?” Moe asks. “What do you mean, your options?”
“I mean, what does he expect me to do? I don’t want to make any rash decisions.”
“Rash decisions?” Sid smiles as he gathers the cards together. “As soon as it’s a question of free will, general decision, or simple reason, or if a choice of action arises—which is basically what this is—the last thing anyone can accuse anyone else of, is being rash. No one’s going to judge you, Nestor. Besides, everything was all ready decided long before you got here. Pre-ordained, if you will.”
“Pre-ordained? And what’s that mean, unless you mean that whatever decision I come up with, won’t be my own?”
“Of course it will!” Moe says quickly, stepping forward and looking at Sid angrily. “Your will is your will. It will always be your own, just as it is everyone else’s. We can’t tell you what you should, or sh…
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