Ariana shrugged, taking her turn,
trying to beat his rebound.
Josh clapped and mocked her,
his grimace ringing through the pinball.
Josh pulled a satellite
and held it to the wind.
His eyes, full of coldness, met hers.
“Ready to fly it?” he asked,
handing her the firebomb.
Ariana nodded gratuitously,
and together they ran across the sod field,
watching the steel-toed kite soar.
Josh scoffed as...
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