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"
Keep
your
silly
,
feminine
dreams
to
yourself
!
"
"
You
’
re
acting
like
a
child
.
"
She
lapsed
back
upon
the
few
remaining
remnants
of
chemical
mist
.
After
a
moment
she
laughed
softly
.
"
I
thought
of
some
more
of
the
dream
,
"
she
confessed
.
"
Well
,
what
is
it
,
what
is
it
?
"
he
shouted
.
"
Yll
,
you
’
re
so
bad
-
tempered
.
"
"
Tell
me
!
"
he
demanded
.
"
You
can
’
t
keep
secrets
from
me
!
"
His
face
was
dark
and
rigid
as
he
stood
over
her
.
"
I
’
ve
never
seen
you
this
way
,
"
she
replied
,
half
shocked
,
half
entertained
.
"
All
that
happened
was
this
Nathaniel
York
person
told
me
—
well
,
he
told
me
that
he
’
d
take
me
away
into
his
ship
,
into
the
sky
with
him
,
and
take
me
back
to
his
planet
with
him
.
It
’
s
really
quite
ridiculous
.
"
"
Ridiculous
,
is
it
!
"
he
almost
screamed
.
"
You
should
have
heard
yourself
,
fawning
on
him
,
talking
to
him
,
singing
with
him
,
oh
gods
,
all
night
;
you
should
have
heard
yourself
!
"
"
Yll
!
"
"
When
’
s
he
landing
?
Where
’
s
he
coming
down
with
his
damned
ship
?
"
"
Yll
,
lower
your
voice
.
"
