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Nov 2019
"Abracadabra!"

The next thing she knew, her hands cupped a small, grey, spotty piece of rock.

"The moon", she said "spreads light to the whole world, but doesn't have a light of itself...How ironic!"

"You are no different from me, little girl" replied moon.
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Rain  21/F
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     s and DivineDao
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