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She showed him the stars like another person would show off pictures of their nieces. “And there’s Orion. And that’s Venus. Wait, no... Yes! It is!”

“And that blinking one is a satellite, if you watch it you can see it move.” Everything is that way. Everything becomes something different, somewhere else. And this wasn’t one of those times after which the world ends, but it let him know that someday there might be one of those times.

“Mars would be... behind all those houses over there.”