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There was once a girl walking down the streets of Paris. She tripped on a little rut in the sidewalk and looked down, the corner of it was peeling upwards like a piece of wet paper drying swollen. She lifted it up slowly and saw beneath it, a night sky with perfect five point stars in white. Pulsating against grainy deep blue in a way that was so vibrant it was almost perverse.
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