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Thinking of not this again. Uh, four. No, nine. No, no, four. No, no, nine. Is he right? I don't know.

No, that's all I can think of. That was it. No, Tina, what number were you thinking of first? Uh,

four or nine. No! I see it burning in my brain. That doesn't prove anything. So how do you predict

things, mom? How do you do it? I kind of close my eyes and an image appears in my brain. That's

called having a thought, Lynn. I don't expect you to understand, Bob. You'll never understand