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But instead of chatter there was a null, like on the radio direction finder.
Once, in New York, he had gone flying with some friends in a small private airplane with a single engine.
They had all been laughing, joking, when suddenly the engine had failed.
No one had screamed.
No one had prayed.
All had fallen into a complete silence, listening to the wind whistle over the wings.
The pilot had been good.
He'd landed the plane on a small airstrip in Connecticut and as soon as the aircraft had coasted to a stop, everyone had burst into chatter at the same moment.
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