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"
Here
comes
The
Lonely
One
,
"
someone
said
.
"
Hello
,
Spender
!
Long
time
no
see
!
"
The
four
men
at
the
table
regarded
the
silent
man
who
stood
looking
back
at
them
.
"
You
and
them
goddamn
ruins
,
"
laughed
Cookie
,
stirring
a
black
substance
in
a
crock
.
"
You
’
re
like
a
dog
in
a
bone
yard
.
"
"
Maybe
,
"
said
Spender
,
"
I
’
ve
been
finding
out
things
.
What
would
you
say
if
I
said
I
’
d
found
a
Martian
prowling
around
?
"
The
four
men
laid
down
their
forks
.
"
Did
you
?
Where
?
"
"
Never
mind
.
Let
me
ask
you
a
question
.
How
would
you
feel
if
you
were
a
Martian
and
people
came
to
your
land
and
started
tearing
it
up
?
"
"
I
know
exactly
how
I
’
d
feel
,
"
said
Cheroke
.
"
I
’
ve
got
some
Cherokee
blood
in
me
.
My
grandfather
told
me
lots
of
things
about
Oklahoma
Territory
.
If
there
’
s
a
Martian
around
,
I
’
m
all
for
him
.
"
