Every night, for weeks and weeks, it would sit beneath the stars, waiting for one to fall, and to make its wish. And then, its prayers were heard. All within the same night, tens of stars shot over the sky, and it wished, wished more, then wished harder. It had to become true. It had to change, for the safety of others. It had to.
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