Will took a step forward. He didn’t know how he knew this (how could he, when Alabama’s Crimson Tide was the only Crimson anything he knew?), but he did. A bright pink Kissing Moon, as round and full as a grapefruit. That was fortunate, but not very surprising; these days the two of them got on best when they kept apart as much as they could.
In one hand Reynolds held the feather with which he had been tickling Mejis’s Chancellor. “It’s from the story, that’s all. “I think that’s one thing we don’t have to worry about just yet. We’d cruise for hours sometimes with our heads stuck out the windows like dogs do when they’re riding, looking up at the moon and watching for shooting stars.
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