"I wonder what starlight looks like in this world, not the dots in the sky but the actual glitter of the nebula's, who and what decided what shapes they should have, eagle, crab,horsehead, who's the architecht?"
I was warm and clean on Haruka's chest, his rhythmic breathing my hand in his over it, up and down, so slightly, and the warmth from him, under his worn sleeping shirt, I wondered as he pondered his questioning of the universe's mysteries thesis, it's due friday, and I think it will be the best in his class. My GED paper on the
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