“We cross the Schwarzschild radius in six minutes. I won’t accept it, Michael. It’s like that lady said, Leon, you’ve got a sweet gig. A certain kind of silence comes across.
An old person’s brain is like a capsized steam freighter: you’ll find pockets of air here and there but the ship is going to sink in the end. Rusted iron legs hold the vanished tracks high above the stream. Up-front, she was awed as always by the slug. ” I turned away before she could see the inexplicable tears in my eyes.
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