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I didn't, tho' it's been a few years since I last made the attempt. Been thinking about trying again- this IS the year of the George, after all!
They all stopped. He swallowed, hard: with his head back, it tugged uncomfortably at his Adam's apple. Through one rent, the lunar disk had appeared; then as the aperture moved with the wind, he saw a second moon! Lower in the sky, smaller, it was in some crescent phase. "Jesus!" Jack said. The smoke came together again, tore away. "Now wait just a God-damn minute!" Tak said. Once more the night was lit by the smaller, but distinctly lunar crescent. A few stars glittered near it. The smoke closed here, opened there: The gibbous moon shone above it. Before the bar door another group had gathered craning at the violated night. Two, pulling a bottle back and forth, came loose, came close. "What the hell-" The sky cleared again under two lights, crescent and near-full- "is that?" Tak demanded. Someone else said: "What do you think it is, a sun? "The moon!" One gestured with his foaming bottle. 'Then what's that?" One pulled the bottle from the other's hand. "That's another ... that one's George!" They reeled off, spilling liquor. In the gathered group, people laughed. "You hear that, George? You got a God-damn moon named after you!" and out of the laughter and chatter, a louder laugh rose....
(Please note- no, not THAT George...)
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