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The golden orb dissected the night, its bright tail gashing the sky. Bobby Kent stood outside and looked up, an arm around Kyra Wentworth.
They say it’ll miss us by hundreds of miles.” A nervous shudder belied her quiet voice.
“Probably.” Bobby tightened his grip, drawing her against him. “Sure looks nearer than that, don’t it?” He glanced down the stree…
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