She had a choice: the sun, the moon, or the stars.
It wouldn’t matter anyway. He’d never give them to her.
She eventually chose the sun, but he stole it — locked it in a dark closet and hid the key.
The day she left, it came back, bright as diamonds.
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Very nice. And glad to see your byline again.
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