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           UntilIfocusononevoice,andthenwhatthey’rethinkingisclear.

           "MostofthetimeItuneitallout-itcanbeverydistracting.Andthenit’seasiertoseemnormal"-hefrownedashesaidtheword-"whenI’mnotaccidentallyansweringsomeone’sthoughtsratherthantheirwords."

           "Whydoyouthinkyoucan’thearme?"Iaskedcuriously.

           Helookedatme,hiseyesenigmatic.

           "Idon’tknow,"hemurmured."TheonlyguessIhaveisthatmaybeyour

           minddoesn’tworkthesamewaytherestoftheirsdo.LikeyourthoughtsareontheAMfrequencyandI’monlygettingFM."Hegrinnedatme,suddenlyamused.

           "Myminddoesn’tworkright?I’mafreak?"Thewordsbotheredmemorethantheyshould-probablybecausehisspeculationhithome.I’dalwayssuspectedasmuch,anditembarrassedmetohaveitconfirmed.

           "Ihearvoicesinmymindandyou’reworriedthatyou’rethefreak,"helaughed."Don’tworry,it’sjustatheory..."Hisfacetightened."Whichbringsusbacktoyou."

           Isighed.Howtobegin?

           "Aren’twepastalltheevasionsnow?"heremindedmesoftly.

           Ilookedawayfromhisfaceforthefirsttime,tryingtofindwords.Ihappenedtonoticethespeedometer.

           "Holycrow!"Ishouted."Slowdown!"

           "What’swrong?"Hewasstartled.Butthecardidn’tdecelerate.

           "You’regoingahundredmilesanhour!"Iwasstillshouting.Ishotapanickyglanceoutthewindow,butitwastoodarktoseemuch.Theroadwasonlyvisibleinthelongpatchofbluishbrightnessfromtheheadlights.