Late night at least 10 years ago, one fourth of July, we were all lying in the back of a pick up truck named Pecan. We were hoping to see a shooting star. We were friends, and some of us lovers. We stared into the humid starry sky like we had done when we were kindergardeners. We even knew each other then. Funny.
A spark and then a loop of green gas flashed across the sky writing a giant cursive baby g. Then it disappeared. We all saw it. Some of my friends called their Moms on the house phone even though it was nearly midnight. I jumped up and felt a pang to be closer to the one I loved.
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