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“Look.” Jack murmurs quietly, pointing at the lights above them. “Big Dipper.”
“No, it isn’t.” Davey says immediately, because he’s a proud know-it-all and must prove it at all times. “It’s just the only constellation you know. You can point to any square-ish set of stars and say it’s the Big Dipper and no one would know the difference.”
Jack scoffs indignantly and jabs him with his fork, sticky with marshmallow fluff.
“You find it, then!”
Davey grabs Jack’s hand and points it to the left.
“There.”
“Really?”
“No.”