R is for Rocket by Ray Bradbury jun.2014 | Page 37

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I jabbed him, once, in the arm.

He jabbed back.

The monorail door sealed. The car hurled itself away, and Priory was left behind.

I stepped out at the Port.

It was a five-hundred-yard walk down to the Administration building.

It took me ten years to walk it.

"Next time I see you you'll be a man".

"Don't tell anybody ".

"I'll wait, Chris".