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- “Do you talk?” Elliott snapped his fingertips up and down like a yakking mouth.
- The elderly scientist blinked again, then moved his own fingertips, making galactic-intelligence patterns, the cosmic super-codes of survival, ten million years’ worth.
- Elliott blinked stupidly, as the whizzing fingertips described delicate orbits, spirals, angles of physical law.
- The old creature dropped his hands in frustration, seeing that nothing was grasped, and recollecting again that this was just a ten-year-old child.
- - E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial in His Adventure on Earth, chapter 4
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