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South Dakota

“They–how do they shit, for one thing–”

Mackie shrugs, hopping out as the rotor slows. “Quantum!” he shouts. “Remember, don’t stop watching! Even if it spits!”

Ned wants to watch the sky–surely the FBI’s close behind–but he doesn’t. His quarry eyes him with nervous disdain and tries to walk away, which fails, of course. Ned wraps his arms around one neck.

“Hear that?” says Mackie. More helicopters. “You ready?”

“I don’t think we can ride these things!”

“Just close your eyes.”

Ned does, inhaling the rich smell of Quantum Llama. Together, for a moment, they fail to exist.

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