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| "It’s not so much the feat itself that I'm curious about, you know," she crossed her legs as she paused. "It’s really more of your command of the physics necessary to make it all happen that I'm interested in. Do you use any equipment, and if not, does it make you tired? How’d you learn to control it so well?" |
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"So, what we really want to know is how you did that trick back in the car," she said. "I'm really interested in how you managed to apparently bend the space-time continuum without the assistance of any notable devices, especially on a such mobile level and with control over so many elemental factors like the car, the street, and all of your passengers."
"You’re kidding, right?" Thomas asked, pointedly setting the magazine down on the table. He still held onto his drink. I could see that we had touched a nerve, though, as his hand was shaking a little bit. He was definitely making a line for the
door at that point.
"Not kidding at all, Thomas." She said.
"Cigarette?" I offered him an open soft pack, shaking a couple out.
"I don't smoke," he replied, a serious look in his almond shaped eyes. I noticed that there were signs of age around his eyes, as if he’d been squeezing them shut all of his life, concentrating. Avoiding.
"Let me know if you change your mind," I told him as I lit one for myself.
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