(Whisper)
(The stars are whispering my name. It's quiet, faint, but I hear them. Every night when I look up at the sky I see too many to count. But one day I'll count them all.)
Reuben
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(The stars are whispering my name. It's quiet, faint, but I hear them. Every night when I look up at the sky I see too many to count. But one day I'll count them all.)