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My brother wiped a tear from my nose. I’m sorry, Apollo. I couldn’t steal it. I heard the General coming. I got scared. He forced a smile. It’s okay, sureshot. You can try again tomorrow. He kissed the wet of my nose. Be back later. Get some sleep. He closed the airhatch. I tried to sleep. Then I remembered: our last performance on this planet was canceled. We had no performance tomorrow. Didn’t he remember that? I slid open the hatch, searched the ship. Apollo wasn’t here. Apollo! He’d left. And I knew... he went to do what I couldn’t.

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