Then he shrugs again, saying, “But like my dad used to say, ‘There’s not enough room in the world for all the things that happen to be nice. It went a few more slightly drunken paces, and then abruptly the legs all retracted and left it a smooth round lump on the forest floor. “I feel pretty good. Maybe I made everything up.
”“Another realm,” he repeated, as if that was all he had to do for it to make sense. “It happens more often than you’d think. “It’s a big BUT! Well—actually it’s a Planck-level BUT. “Any other advice?” Jason asked.
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