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51305	Harmon, Jim	Confidence Game			.txt	text/plain	5394	562	93	"Sure," the man agreed severely, prying a little worriedly at Doc's I told the human no, thanks, and walked Doc toward the flophouse three I tried not to think about it and helped Doc through the fly-specked concentrated on Doc's voice and trusted my hands would follow their I couldn't look a human in the eye and ask for help. I didn't want to black out on coffee with Doc waiting "Mister Kevin," she said, her words dancing with bright absurdity like Doc sat on the floor in the half-darkness and he had made a _thing_. and good men, I concentrated on my own time and Doc. Nothing happened. was that I had to help Doc and get some coffee. was that I had to help Doc and get some coffee. book from Doc," the Martian said. From the bed, Doc said a word. I knew I could not let Doc's--Dad's--time travel _thing_ fall into	./cache/51305.txt	./txt/51305.txt