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"One last question. The numbers, Laura. Eleven-eleven. What's that all about? Why do I keep seeing them?"
Laura’s frown deepened and marred her lovely face. "Maybe they're not numbers. You're still thinking
temporally, Johnny, chronologically. Think symbolically. Stop being married to the clock. You're recognizing
something that you see all the time, but not here. Over there. Where you are."
"What the hell is that supposed to --"
She shut him up with a kiss on the lips, got in her car, turned it over, gunned the accelerator, and just before
she wheeled off, she lowered the dark tinted glass, cast a fleeting glance around his torso, then stared up at
him. Instinctively, he leaned down and it was a good thing, because her voice was hardly more than a wisp of
sound. "Think portals, Johnny-O. Gateways."
Then she was gone, leaving him to take the long drive back into the city, feeling more confused than he had
been before speaking with his beautiful and very smart friend.
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