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“Do you have your viewer?” John placed the eclipse glasses and his cardboard box on the asphalt tiles.
“I CANNOT believe the solar eclipse ends in Charleston and we’re watching it from the roof of your house!”
“Okay, turn around. Don’t look directly at it,” John took Alex by the chin and looked into his eyes. “I want to be able to gaze into your beautiful eyes until the next eclipse.”
““You’re such a flirt.” He turned back to watch. “But look at the plumes! And the colors. It’s beautiful. Like you.”
Alex always knew the right thing to say.