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Space

Back story for Lucky Us, which won’t be updated for a while due to schoolwork I can’t seem to get right.

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When she thinks of him, she thinks of space.

Outer space. Solar systems. Galaxies. Asteroids. 

A vast expanse of nothing that, to the naked eye, appears full.

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It’s the sunlight she likes best. 

She throws her arms out and spins, one full rotation. The apartment whirls past her: stainless steel kitchen, exposed brick wall, abstract art prints, a canvas set up on a tarp, television, tangerine sofa. 

But it’s the sunlight that leaves its impression. It’s the sun that gives life.

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