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Colt looked around at all the people he knew, bored out of his skull. Shiloh ran up to him with something cupped in his hands.
“Look at the ladybug!” Shiloh said, with the attentiveness of a five-year-old.
Colt lay on a blanket on the ground, part of the fall apple festival that was going on this beautiful Saturday. The whole town turned out to the empty lot in the middle for this, and then some. They had some tables set up at one end of the lot, but most people were spread out on the grass, socializing.
Colt was surrounded by Rivers and Romans, sitting on blankets and enjoying various apple-related dishes that people had brought.
“That’s cool, buddy. Where do you think she belongs, though?” Colt asked Shiloh.
Shiloh looked thoughtful, then nodded and put the ladybug on the ground.
