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He
laughed
,
like
an
adult
at
a
child
who
uses
technological
words
beyond
its
understanding
.
"
If
you
know
what
you
’
re
saying
,
you
know
that
it
’
s
not
possible
,
"
he
said
.
"
Not
here
.
"
"
I
crashed
the
gate
.
Literally
.
"
He
looked
at
her
bandages
,
weighing
the
question
,
his
glance
almost
insolent
in
its
open
curiosity
.
"
When
?
"
"
Yesterday
.
"
"
How
?
"
"
In
a
plane
.
"
"
What
were
you
doing
in
a
plane
in
this
part
of
the
country
?
"
He
had
the
direct
,
imperious
manner
of
an
aristocrat
or
a
roughneck
;
he
looked
like
one
and
was
dressed
like
the
other
.
She
considered
him
for
a
moment
,
deliberately
letting
him
wait
.
"
I
was
trying
to
land
on
a
prehistorical
mirage
,
"
she
answered
.
"
And
I
have
.
"
"
You
are
a
scab
,
"
he
said
,
and
chuckled
,
as
if
grasping
all
the
implications
of
the
problem
.
"
Where
’
s
John
?
"
