Stars *COMPLETED*
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She loved stars. She would call me up during the middle of the night just so she could take my telescope and place is delicately on the bed of my pickup truck so she could stare at them for hours. I'd take her to the Everglades and all night long she would keep her eye looking through the looking glass, looking up at the stars. She'd tell me all the pointless facts she knew about each star and how one day she's going to become an astronaut just so she can fly amongst them. While she would tell me all about these dreams, I fell even more in love with her.
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