𝒟𝒶𝓎 1- 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓈. 𝐻𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝒩𝒪𝒯 𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓈𝓉. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒. 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈 𝒾𝒻 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓊𝒸𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒'𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓂𝓈... 𝒪𝓃𝑒) 𝒾 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝓌𝑜) 𝐼 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝑒'𝓈 19. 𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓂𝓈. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝐼'𝓂 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝓂. 𝒩𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉.

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𝒟𝒶𝓎 2- 𝑜𝓀𝒶𝓎. 𝐼 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝑀𝒶𝒾𝓃𝑒. 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝒞𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝒸𝒶𝓇. 𝐼 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒. 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝓈𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔.

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𝒟𝒶𝓎 12- 𝑜𝓀𝒶𝓎. 𝒮𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃'𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓂. 𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑒. 𝒪𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃'𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓂, 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃'𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔. 𝒜𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝑒'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝑀𝒶𝒾𝓃𝑒. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃. 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓌.

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𝒟𝒶𝓎 35- 𝐼'𝓂 𝒾𝓃 𝑅𝒽𝑜𝒹𝑒 𝐼𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓌. 𝐻𝑒'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒. 𝐹𝒾𝑔𝓊𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝐼 𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒𝒹.

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𝒟𝒶𝓎 50-𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒩𝑒𝓌 𝒴𝑜𝓇𝓀. 𝒮𝑒𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 '𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝓉𝒸𝒽. 𝒫𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒶 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓀𝒾𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎. 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓈.

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𝒟𝒶𝓎 62-𝑀𝓎 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝒩𝒴𝒞. 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒽𝑒'𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒. 𝒢𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒜𝓁𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓎.

The boy waited for the bus to come. He had his duffle bag in one hand and his crutch in the other. He closed his journal just as the bus had arrived. He looked at the star ingraving on his wrist and limped into the subway.

He noticed another boy with many scars. Unfortunately, he had brown hair, instead of blond. So it couldn't have been the boy from his dreams. But he did have blue eyes. They stood out. The brunette boy offered his seat and revealed the scars on his arm. After a quick glance the other boy took the offered seat; however just before he had sat down he had realized.

The boy took the stranger's arm and softly touched the scar on his wrist, a star.

"I have that, too."