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this is the story of us.the story of me,of you and everyone we know.and it begins when a rather large object ,shaped as a sphere, an object which is commonly refered to as a star had nothing better to do than to blow up.as it usually happens, the big thing transformed into a lot of small things.well,small being a relativ term.thus trees and cats and honey and rocks and airplanes and flowers and dreams and I where born.and a lot of other stuff too.we found ourselfs trying to figure out this strange place.
and it hasn't easy.we learned about words,about tears, about hope,about nights and smilles.we found we enjoy playing.and we realized that it's easy to forget but easier to remember.