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Jack flicked the aluminum cap into the low remnants of fire, observing the slow curl of sparks where it skidded to a stop; lifted the bottle, drank deep of both alcohol and the echoes of Daniel’s silhouette dematerializing.
Hey… where are you going?
I don’t know.
A half-smile, wonder drawing that familiar course across Daniel’s face… then he was gone, turned to light and pain and a sucking wound in Jack’s chest he was never able to ignore.
Wet sable, staring up into the milky way, voice and brown bottle raising just above the Minnesotan mid-summer night: “Happy birthday, Danny.”

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