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Missed Chances

They should have been having dinner, but naturally Ben found Jack on the roof, hunting for the comet.


“It’s here somewhere. I’m going to miss it.”

“It’ll be back.”

“No. It won’t. It’s never been here before. It’ll never be here again.”

“Hon, I barely see you. You’re out every day and now you’re chasing that damn comet every night. Come inside. I’ll be there, and I’ve cooked salmon.”

“Later. That’ll all still be there.”

Ben sighed. “Not all of it will. Hope you find it sometime. See you round, I guess.”

Jack didn’t look round. “Yeah. See you.”

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