So? Ever think of selling a few? I shook my head. All right, Jake. It was a jagged, airless planetoid, some hundred miles in diameter -just a dust-gray rough-hewn rock, glimmering dully in the light of its sun, 200,000,000 miles distant. Well? The numerologist counted the bills again slowly, then pushed them into a cash drawer in his desk.
Miss Fellowes said, Couldn't you get him back? The way you got the rock in the first place? No, because once an object is He said, That's odd. We can thank immortality for that. Say hello to Miss Fellowes, Jerry.
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