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Unformatted text preview: a- masca-at this moment-is no help to me. These are my people now, Erich. Glad to have met you." This was dismissal. Aaron extended his hand. The tall blond one looked for one moment as if he would lose his temper, then he cooled, and drew himself up. "I'll contact you in the morning. Where will you be?" "I don't know," said Aaron. "Probably here . . . with all these people," he said. "My people. I think it's the safest place for us now, don't you?" "I don't know how you could take this attitude, Aaron. We need your cooperation. As soon as possible, I want to make contact, speak with Michael Curry . . ." "No. That is not going to happen, Erich. You do what the Elders told you to do, as I'm sure you will. But you will not bother this family, at least not with my permission or with my introduction." "Aaron, we want to help! That's why I am here." "Good-night, Erich." In sheer consternation, the blond one stood th...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
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