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18109	Piper, H. Beam	Graveyard of Dreams			.txt	text/plain	8339	622	87	Ashamed that he was noticing and thinking of such things at a time like Conn hesitated, looking about desperately; this was no time to start "You want to do that, Conn?" his father asked, a trifle doubtfully. "Yes, indeed, Mr. Fawzi," Conn said. Conn's father had sent Charley off hand on the old man's shoulder and the other on Conn's. "Where'd that stuff come from?" Conn asked his father. He had been in Kurt Fawzi's office a few times, always with his father, "You _did_ find out where the Brain is, didn't you, Conn?" Brangwyn Conn stole a quick side-glance at his father; Rodney Maxwell was with the Brain," Fawzi explained and then looked at Conn expectantly. "Nothing, Conn?" Kurt Fawzi was incredulous and, for the first time, "Well, now, Tom," Fawzi began piously, "the Brain is too big a thing for A thing like the Brain wouldn't only be useful for	./cache/18109.txt	./txt/18109.txt