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The ball left his fingers, winging its way across the field. Had he thrown too hard? Too high? Would someone catch it when it arched down on the other side?
The darkened world sighed sleepily as the Lady turned her pale cheek toward it. Her star-spangled shawl drifted around her like a cloud.
She squealed as he stepped off the ramp and sank to one knee to hold his arms out to her. She squirmed away from her mother and flew across the tarmac, nearly bowling him over in her exuberance.