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| I think the phrase is: "A little knowledge is a dangerous thing." |
He said it wearily, as if the repetitions had lost any meaning. "I am a time traveler."
"With a busted leg," Jim pointed out. "Seems to me the future'd try not send a klutz to the past. Doncha think?"
The man turned heavy blue eyes Jim's way, their slight slant a jarring match to his ash-blond hair. "Hey! Are you some sort of Swedish Jap or something? Cuz that's some freaky combo you got going there." The injured man grunted, probably in pain. His leg was heavily bandaged in some slats and duct tape. It's what Jim had at hand. "You're not a gook, right? Like a chink or something? But I gotta admit them chinky girls sure know how to treat a man!"
He shifted his weight on the couch, swearing softly.
"So you're from the future?" He didn't react. "Okay. Sure. You from two, three hundred years in the future?" A shrug. "More?" He shrugged. "Have the Cubs won a World Series yet or did they move to Osaka or Yokomama or something?" Jim chuckled. Yokomama. Good one.
To be continued...
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