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A man sat at his desk, although “sitting” was a stretch. He was sitting with his legs up on the chair and his back hunched over because he never really learned to sit correctly and honestly, he never really cared enough to change it. But he attempted to have a good posture anyway and let his feet fall back to the floor. He cracked his knuckles and he cracked his neck and he cracked his back. Once he was satisfied with the cracking, he let out a deep sigh.
All he really had was a crappy computer and an ambitious dream, but it was enough.
He rested his hands on the keyboard. He glanced up at the clock: 2:11 AM…. crap. He needed to sleep…
Eh, whatever. He could sleep later.
With an empty document open and a head full of ideas, he began typing:
A star is such a fragile thing.