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and gasped. What a good actress! She sounded ingenuously delighted as she said, "This machine has sounds like the radio in your Bronco, and a box like Lydia's computer at your office. What is it?" |
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"Television, Abby. Everyone in the world knows about TV, even where they're too poor to afford one." |
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"Everyone in this time, Mike." She sighed, sitting beside him. "Are the people inside that box real? They look so small." |
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"That's just their picture." He tried to sound patient. "There's a scientific explanation for TV." |
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"Perhaps there's a scientific explanation for the magic that brought me here." She drew in her breath as though gathering courage, then said, "Please tell me, Mike. You tolerate Hannah's claims of special powers; why do you not tolerate mine?" |
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She had a good point. And with her sincerity, her seeming lucidityoh, hell. What was he doing? Surely not accepting her screwy stories. He shrugged. "It's just that" |
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"You liked her references. Well, I came to you with the best references of all. You drew me here." |
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What the devil was she talking about? "What do you mean?" |
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"The night before I was transported to this time, I stood alone on the desert and watched the stars move into the configuration of today. I felt as though I watched them through someone else's eyes, and I shared that person's feelings of |
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