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'What are you looking at?' Billy craned his neck. "Trying to catch another one?'
*Well, you're gonna need all the luck you can get, Billy, without me here to look out for you.' She sniffed. 'Actually, I was looking at the stars.
People do that too, huh? No reason. Just nice to look at.'
"Yeah,' Billy said, but he wasn't looking at the stars, he was looking at
Her.
— Jun 12, 2026 09:34AM
*Well, you're gonna need all the luck you can get, Billy, without me here to look out for you.' She sniffed. 'Actually, I was looking at the stars.
People do that too, huh? No reason. Just nice to look at.'
"Yeah,' Billy said, but he wasn't looking at the stars, he was looking at
Her.
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Well, I had a lot to say." Jet cupped her hand over her eyes, to see Billy clearer. The clearest she'd ever seen him.
You've always got a lot to say." Billy smiled.
"Didn't think I'd ever see you again.
Billy nodded, chewed his lip. 'Do you see me now?' Raised his arms.
'Yeah,' Jet said, 'I see you. Do you see me?"
"I've always seen you, Jet."
— Jun 12, 2026 11:07PM
You've always got a lot to say." Billy smiled.
"Didn't think I'd ever see you again.
Billy nodded, chewed his lip. 'Do you see me now?' Raised his arms.
'Yeah,' Jet said, 'I see you. Do you see me?"
"I've always seen you, Jet."
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“She cried.
Her wet hair dripped and her nose streamed, and the tears doubled up, chasing each other but there were no winners, all soaking into Billy. Her sobs shook both of them, but Billy stood firm, his hands strong and warm against her damp, exposed back.
Jet cried, balling her fist, a handful of his shirt.
Billy bent down, resting his chin against the top of her broken head.”
— Jun 10, 2026 10:45PM
Her wet hair dripped and her nose streamed, and the tears doubled up, chasing each other but there were no winners, all soaking into Billy. Her sobs shook both of them, but Billy stood firm, his hands strong and warm against her damp, exposed back.
Jet cried, balling her fist, a handful of his shirt.
Billy bent down, resting his chin against the top of her broken head.”