It was a mid-August night; the night of a meteor shower. My mom had taken Jo and I outside to watch, when she started telling us about how it's always wise to wish upon a shooting star. She told us about all these times she'd wished upon a star, and her wishes had been granted-- one of them being her having Jo. I was like, yeah right. It's all just a coincidence... why would anyone believe in that sort of superstitious stuff? But for whatever reason, I decided to make a wish... not anything r...
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