We only heard it, at first, a sort of whistle, broken and thin. Then Ally pointed it out, added, “Make a wish,” even. When it kept falling, we kind of figured it wasn’t a shooting star, though, mostly on account of how they burn up after a minute. This one just got brighter and brighter, and then it hit. It hit so close that it knocked all four of us over, the shockwave or whatever, and it was all hot and dark for a while, ringing. It was me, Ally, and Bug that got up, after. Cassie was bleeding where she fell, her head nice and busted on the rock, there.

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If it was her shirt, she stole it. It wasn’t hard to picture some other guy volunteering it for a morning, supposing he’d see her again. Maybe he would. Maybe stole was too harsh.

“Take it off,” I said, and she did.

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