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“I’m serious, Marcus—close your eyes,” said Ms. Salonga. Kids snickered. Not Bird. “Okay,” Ms. Salonga continued. “Now I want you to imagine that you’re not in your desk at all. You’re not in Delaware. You’re in Houston, Texas. You’re strapped tight to your chair, on your back, pointed to the sky. You’ve got your helmet on. What do you hear?”
We Dream of Space
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