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Stephen wandered away from the campfire, three hot dogs and two s’mores settling in his stomach. He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets to help stay warm. Even though it was summer, the air had chilled once the sun had set. It seemed that the whole town had gathered together for this event and everyone seemed to know everyone else. Stephen didn’t feel unwelcome, though. A friendly smile greeted him everywhere he turned.
“You must be here for the space flight,” one man said to him in passing. “Say hello to the stars for us.”
“Oh, I’m not—”
The man wandered away to talk to someone else before Stephen had the chance to answer. He looked down at his clothes. Was there something about the way he was dressed that screamed ‘outsider’? Or was it merely the fact that he was a new face, w
