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To all the girls housing fateful fortuities and prevaricating promises of happily-ever-afters, he will come.

Not because he has to, but because he has no one else to take care of him, to understand him, to make him feel as humane as you do.

Just look out into the dark blur sky, where one star shines brighter than the other, and you will see him: the star seemingly brightest to your beautiful eye.

Yes, that is him. He is your star. And you his universe.

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