A Toothache on Zenob

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Nautunal turned the fifth dial a couple of degrees, and looked up. Pehn attempted to smile, and fingered the slight growing on his cheek. “My face will never be my fortune, I presume. Simply throb.” Just moment. Let me see that.” “Don’t let it get you, fellow. “Stop, watch tape,” said Pehn. Nautunal shrugged his shoulders, however he got the tape and looked as it streamed through his fingers. Three and three are six. Four- – ” “I know. Four and four are eight.