Time flies like a rocket ship. Like one of those old rocket ships, that's only good for one trip, and stages fall off to plunge into the ocean, pieces of shattered burnt-out wreckage as the main section barely makes it up to beyond the atmosphere, not like one of these new-fangled reusable space shuttles with all their fancy-shmancy 1970s technologies that get to fly and land and fly again. |
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