Shooting Stars

I saw a shooting star.

And then I saw another one.

And another.

Soon enough, the sky was full of shooting stars, like fireworks night or the end of the world.

I’ve never made so many wishes in such a short space of time. Every wish that I could ever wish for, piling on top of the other — the stars were shooting through the sky that quickly!

Anyway, I woke up the next day and everything continued entirely as normal.

I went to work.

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