“‘There has to be tissue in other places,’ I replied. I could see it coming, a fifteen-foot wall of trash and debris rolling down on top of us. Dust motes danced in them. He turned to Fabbro.
”He pauses, and we watch a flock of geese cross the sky. ”Harry dissolved into a spray of pixels. We met at that party. ”The likeness between the two of them would have been instantly apparent to any observer, even from a distance.
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