You’ve got to shrug it off. Toss it away.” And Vigga wiped out her ear and flicked away the water. “Like nutshells?” he grunted. “Exactly!” And she thumped him again. “When you’ve eaten the nuts, you don’t keep the shells, do you? Till you’re dragging sacks of the bastards up every hill? Till you’re sleeping in a great heap of the fuckers?”
