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"You're right," Joel ceded. "The technology is alien, but I'm not. When I lost my arm, one of my...alien... friends created this arm for me."

Paelen's hand fell from where it supported his head. "Alien?"

"I knew it!" Frankie bounced in his seat.

"Frankie, shh, we don't need any more attention!" Joel said, surveying the room. The two scattered diner customers were decidedly unfazed.

Or,

Joel and Paelen are not apprehended by police after their diner visit in The New Olympian.

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