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"
Something
different
?
"
said
the
Martian
,
eying
him
and
the
coffee
,
referring
to
them
both
,
perhaps
.
"
May
I
offer
you
a
drink
?
"
said
Tomas
.
"
Please
.
"
The
Martian
slid
down
from
his
machine
.
A
second
cup
was
produced
and
filled
,
steaming
.
Tomas
held
it
out
.
Their
hands
met
and
—
like
mist
—
fell
through
each
other
.
"
Jesus
Christ
!
"
cried
Tomas
,
and
dropped
the
cup
.
"
Name
of
the
gods
!
"
said
the
Martian
in
his
own
tongue
.
"
Did
you
see
what
happened
?
"
they
both
whispered
.
They
were
very
cold
and
terrified
.
