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"I'll call," said Oedipa. She left, and was all the way outside before thinking, I went in there to ask about bones and instead we talked about the Trystero thing. She stood in a nearly deserted parking lot, watch-ing the headlights of Metzger's car come at her, and wondered how accidental it had been.
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