“You know what they called UFO’s in ancient days? Chariots of the gods, that’s what. Your typical ancient saw something weird hurling across the sky, he assumed it was just Apollo or Sun-Ra or Odin or whoever out for a spin. Nowadays no one believes in gods, but lotsa’ folks sure believe in UFO’s from other planets. You believe in UFO’s?” Rachel believed in an evil force that
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