When I was younger, my dad used to talk to me about the stars. He would tell me all about how it takes years for the light of stars to reach the earth and by the time it gets here the stars could already be dead, about what stars are made of, and the different constellations. If I pointed out the Big Dipper he would go into some elaborate story that I can't remember since I took him for granted at the time, but I could clearly remember the look on his face as he told me about it. His eyebrows shot up, hands making excited gestures, smile the width of Spain and his nose slightly crinkled every time he talked about something he loved. It must run in the family, I do the exact same thing when I talk about you.
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Teen Fiction"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."
