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ost of them _are_ creepy."
"I know. It's still impolite."
Leaving the Clubhouse, they were the cute couple walking arm in arm.
Guile tried to keep a straight face while Susan threw brightly colored
elephants and bell towers in his eyes.
He burst out laughing outside, then sucked in a good lungful of the
sweet April air, that final brisk snap that precedes six months of Dante's
Inferno in Houston.
"Nirvana," he said, and slipped his arm around Saori's waist. "God, you're
beautiful. Just so you won't think I've been goofing off all day, I spent the
afternoon giving a the old-timers a demonstration on how to smash Plexiglas."
He laughed again. "I was straight then. See, you have to use your esper to
feel out the area, and then you section it off and give each part a different
nerve channel to follow...."
Saori Furuya waved at a lance of mounted guards headed for the outer perimeter,
and patiently tried to keep up with his incomprehensible telekinetic
gibberish. She'd tried to read their textbooks, and some of the theory made
sense, but the advanced stuff
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