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“boyfriend” felt absolutely wrong. We just had a b.f.–g.f.
kind of kiss and, as much as I wished, hoped, truly, honestly,
and sincerely wanted it not to be true, my heart stopped
thwanging. Instead, it told me that Perry Gould would
always be one of my very best friends.
How am I going to let him in on the news?
“Perry, I—” I try to swallow, but my mouth has gone
dry.
“White dwarf,” he says.
“Huh?”
“Is a white dwarf star brighter or dimmer than the sun?”
He pulls his iQuest out of the huge pocket in his huge
pants.
“Perry—”
“You don’t know?”
I stare blankly. “Dimmer?”
“Exactly. White dwarfs are about one thousand times
less bright than the sun. Supergiants, the biggest stars in the
known universe, can be a million times brighter than the
sun.”
I just look at him. He looks back at me. We have a
moment. But in this moment, without a word, everything
that needs to be said is said. Who says words are the only way
to communicate? Perry’s eyes let me know that everything is
okay. He knows what I know—our kiss was a blip on the
radar. An unidentified flying object. Nothing more than
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