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The Lonely Life
Brady nudged Charles’ arm as they left the locker room. “You nervous?”
“About…the flight tomorrow?”
“No, the centrifuge,” Brady said.
“Should I be?” Charles wasn’t sure what the centrifuge was, but it was just another thing to get them used to the pressures of space travel. None of what they had been asked to do had been a big deal thus far.
“No, you shouldn’t,” Cecelia said from where she leaned against the wall a few feet away. “He’s just trying to make everyone as nervous as he is.”
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