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quickly.
    â€œI don’t see why not. I don’t have anything else to do. You pick your time, and I’ll put you right there. Youneed relaxation like this, Reb. After all, a fellow needs a break from all the strain.”
    â€œYeah, he does at that.” Reb took the glass and quickly drank down the liquid. When he felt the headpiece tighten on his temples, he could hardly wait to go back into the excitement that was so lacking right now in his life in Nuworld.
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    Dave Cooper sat behind the wheel of the Ferrari, waiting for the starting signal. When it came, he jammed his foot on the pedal. The powerful engine roared, the wheels screamed, and he felt himself thrown back against the seat of the powerful racer as the Indianapolis 500 began. The wheel felt small in his hands. He was practically lying on his back in the low car that had been custom-made for him.
    To one side, Dave saw his arch rival, Jack Starr, pulling ahead. Gritting his teeth, he downshifted to get more traction. The Ferrari hurtled forward as if shot from a gun, and he roared past Starr. But on his right a flash of light caught his eye, and then he heard the crash of a racer striking his car. Desperately he pulled away, which threw him into Starr’s path. Their wheels interlocked, and he spun around. His mind whirled, and when he came out of the spin, facing the right direction, he saw Starr’s car rolling over and over in flames.
    Poor Jack,
he thought.
He didn’t make it.
He smelled the burning gasoline through the mask that he wore but could hear only the roar of the high-powered race cars that surrounded him.
    Around the track he went, fighting for every inch. He saw more cars pile up, and he swung to one side. A tiny warning went off in his head, and he felt a tremoras Massengill passed him, raking the left side of the Ferrari.
    As Massengill forged ahead, Dave shouted, “You can’t beat me! I’ll show you!” And he pushed the Ferrari to maximum speed until the whole world was a blur . . .
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    â€œWell, who won the race?”
    For one moment Dave did not recognize Oliver, who sat across from him. Oliver was looking at him strangely, and he repeated the question, “Did you win the 500?”
    â€œI . . . I don’t know. You brought me back before I was ready.”
    â€œOh, I’m sorry about that,” Oliver said. “Maybe tomorrow you can go back again.”
    Eagerly Dave said, “Couldn’t we do it now, Oliver? I was just really getting into the race, you see.”
    â€œWell, it’s a little late—”
    â€œPlease, Oliver. I’ve got to finish that race.”
    A strange smile came to Oliver’s lips, and he studied Dave for a moment. “I suppose it’ll be all right. Here you go, then. Drink this down.”
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    â€œAnd now we have this exclusive creation by Vidal. The model is Miss Abbey Roberts.”
    As Abbey stepped out from behind the curtain, the long runway stretched out in front of her. On either side, women wearing furs and diamonds sat waiting for her to make her appearance. Swinging her hips in that exaggerated walk that high-fashion models use, she came down the runway. She heard a hum of appreciation go over the audience.
    Abbey reached the end of the runway, came back, stopped from time to time for different poses, andknew from the approval of the designer, standing at the curtain, that she was successful. Again and again she came out onto the runway, and each time was as thrilling as it had been the first time.
I could do this forever,
she thought.
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    Slowly the scene faded, and Abbey was pulled back into the present. She opened her eyes and said, “Oh, Oliver. That was so much fun! This time it was in Paris, and I was the hit of the show. They didn’t even care who designed the dress. They said I was the greatest model in the world.”
    â€œI’m sure you were. Did you enjoy it that much,