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You know the orbit's decaying on this thing?" The man executed a clumsy midair somersault, the tools clattering on his belt."This free fall's outrageous." "God," said the woman, "I just can't get used to it! It's wonderful.It's like skydiving, but there's no wind." Korolev stared at the man, who had the blundering, careless look of someone drunk on freedom since birth."But you don't even have a launchpad," he said.
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