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| The photograph is in my hand. It is the photograph of a man and a woman. They are at an amusement park, in 1959. | |
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| In twelve seconds time, I drop the photograph to the sand at my feet, walking away. It's already lying there, twelve seconds into the future. | |
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| NOTHING ends, Adrian. Nothing EVER ends. | |
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| I can make references so obscure they make Dennis Miller blush. | |
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