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“Well *we’re* a fine pair of lost souls, Robot Derak Jones.”

“Be quiet, Campbell. I’m trying to figure out what went wrong.”

“Opp, please,” the blue boy demanded again.

“Opp, Campbell, Opie, Thelma Lou, whatever.”

He read well into the night while the Mmmmmm dozed outside in the warm New Island clime. Peace and quiet at last.

But no mention of Pervimus and the resurrection yet.

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