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The Night sky that children look up to, the night sky that they stare at as they drift away to sleep is not what it is cut out to be. The stars they wish upon, the shooting stars they hope on is the lives of other beings. Contractors to be exact, beings with emotionless bodies and ruthless monster instincts. Or at least . . . that's what we are all made to believe.
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