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"Hey. Mind if I asked you a question?"
"You just did, dummy."
"...sorry, force of habit."
MePhone straightened up his posture to face the younger cob of corn, "Sure, go ahead, what's up?"
Poppy blinked their eyes a few times to adjust to the bright cyan glow.
"Why are you always looking at the stars?"
"Why am I always looking at the stars?"
MePhone turned back and laid down on the grass.
"Well, I guess I just like them."
Poppy turned to do the same.
"Can I ask something else?"
"You may."
"Why do you like the stars?"
MePhone let out a soft chuckle.
"That's a good question," he replied.