As I switch from vegan cookie to cigarette, from calm to anger, from relief to sad my eyes catch the faint glow of a star shooting to and fro, which is beyond bizarre. 

"What in the world..." my lips muttered as my mind is being filled with disbelief. I climb on top of the old lonesome gazebo in attempt to see closer, though it was not necessary for moments later, and I'm talking a matter of seconds, the star began to glow and grow rapidly.

I felt a gravitational pull stronger than anything I've ever experienced, a wind so fierce Donald Trumps hair wouldn't even stand a chance. 

The End

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