Wandering Out Lostly
No matter how far I travel, I can never seem to reach the stars.
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Having a person complain while he imposes his will on others is like watching a dog cry while it devours a child.
The Love of Marion - by Bosa and Hania
Childhood's End by Arthur C. Clarke
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