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Astronaut

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For as long as I can remember, I've lived on the planet, Pilikia, and have been trapped here. There are millions like me, yet I feel alone on this planet. Sometimes, I just want to take my helmet off and be free from this planet. Here is my story about Pilikia.Tous Droits Réservés

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