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"Don't look for me," it gossipped. It sounded like one unplastic, but peer as Rhodes might, he could see nothing in the shadows.
"What are you doing hiding in the bushes?"
"I'm hiding nothing," the whisper insisted, "I'm hiding my nothingness, more properly. I seem to have disappeared."
"I can smell you," he said, "Will you join us in the sauna when it's ready?"
"I don't think I should. I might dissipate completely in the steam."
"I'll hold your hand," Rhodes promised, not yet having verified that he could actually touch the owner of the strangely familiar whisper from the bushes.
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