My mother used to tell me a story about meteor showers. It went something like, "There once was a boy with a very kind heart, but he was lonely. So at night he would befriend the stars outside his window, talking to them, sharing his stories of the day. When he had to go to bed, there would be countless friends watching over him. But once the sun
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Watching the meteor shower helps.
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You look like you're thinkin' hard, kid.
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[pours the tea into a cup] Hope you like oolong.
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[He sits and smirks, shrugging his shoulders and setting the bottle at his feet.] It's fine by me.
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This? [He chuckles.] This is sake I brought along. I happened upon it, once, and I've kept it for special occasions, since then. Something like this is pretty rare, thought it was appropriate.
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