Maybe they have their cosmogonies about cosmic catastrophes, in which clashing light-bulbs create strings of Petri dishes. Etheriel plunged through the heavens in reckless haste. But, no matter where they danced and leaped, they always returned to that one phrase, You are a most charming hostess. But you see, it was just an error, a stupid error, the kind anyone could make.
Few of us live more than several centuries of your time. They ought to keep atomic secrets away from those guys. Ten days had cured her of reluctance. That is your right, if you so choose.
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