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in the Science Quiz cartridge. “I’ll give you a hint,” he says. “The sun has a visible photosphere.” I roll my eyes. Then I stop myself. Isn’t this exactly what “Martine on Men” was talking about? Accepting a guy for who he really is? “The yellow part?” I ask. “Sort of. The photosphere of a star is the atmosphere of electromagnetic gases and stellar winds.” Perry goes on. “Name the star nearest to our solar system.” “Reese Witherspoon?” He doesn’t laugh. “Proxima Centauri, a triple star about twenty-five trillion miles from Earth.” See why Celeste thinks Perry walks the Earth with a blinding nerd-aura glowing all around him? “Doesn’t sound very ‘proxima’ to me.” That’s all I can think of to say. Which is cool because I end up sitting back, leaning my head against the seat, and letting Perry be Perry for the rest of the ride. 74
IF AUNT MARTY WEREN’T SMACK IN THE CENTER OF THE room, blowing wisps of blond hair from her mouth, I would have backed out and checked the address. When I get home, my “home” is gone. Our on-sale, flea market, homesewn, found-on-the-curb-on-garbage-day furniture is gone. Vanished without a trace. The walls are the most beautiful blue I’ve ever seen. Two white wicker couches sit opposite 75
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IF AUNT MARTY WEREN’T SMACK IN THE CENTER OF THE<br />
room, blowing wisps of blond hair from her mouth, I would<br />
have backed out and checked the address. When I get<br />
home, my “home” is gone. Our on-sale, flea market, homesewn,<br />
found-on-the-curb-on-garbage-day furniture is gone.<br />
Vanished without a trace. The walls are the most beautiful<br />
blue I’ve ever seen. Two white wicker couches sit opposite<br />
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