He’d found me. From the way his body turned and his massive biceps crossed over his chest, I knew he’d found me. I couldn’t see his face, but I was willing to bet all the stars in the sky he was glaring at me, eyes narrowed and piercing, his jaw clenched tight. Just like his poster. He didn’t look away, didn’t look over to the Jumbotron, just stayed trained on me, my sign, and the huge black letters which read: JUPITER, I HAVE A QUESTION. I waited, staring straight at him, and not over to the Jumbotron where I could see myself in perfect color; big and bold. “Turn it around,” Lowe hissed. “Oh,
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