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He
yanked
up
the
receiver
.
"
Hello
!
"
he
cried
.
Buzzzzzzzzz
.
"
Hello
,
hello
!
"
They
had
hung
up
.
"
Hello
!
"
he
shouted
,
and
banged
the
phone
.
"
You
stupid
idiot
!
"
he
cried
to
himself
.
"
Sitting
on
that
curb
,
you
fool
!
Oh
,
you
damned
and
awful
fool
!
"
He
squeezed
the
phone
.
"
Come
on
,
ring
again
!
Come
on
!
"
He
had
never
thought
there
might
be
others
left
on
Mars
.
In
the
entire
week
he
had
seen
no
one
.
He
had
figured
that
all
other
towns
were
as
empty
as
this
one
.
Now
,
staring
at
this
terrible
little
black
phone
,
he
trembled
.
Interlocking
dial
systems
connected
every
town
on
Mars
.
From
which
of
thirty
cities
had
the
call
come
?
He
didn
’
t
know
.
He
waited
.
He
wandered
to
the
strange
kitchen
,
thawed
some
iced
huckleberries
,
ate
them
disconsolately
.
