“It’s a space yacht,” Dad says.
Mom frowns. “It’s a space… Winnebago.”
“A small one,” my sister adds.
Dad groans. “Fine, it’s a space boat! But it accommodates a family of four and has a hyperdrive!”
I cover my eyes. “We’re going to die before Proxima Centauri.”
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