“Sometimes the stars make me feel better, but not tonight.” “How?” he asked. “How do they make you feel better?” Hazel thought about this for a silent minute. “Maybe because they tell me that there is something more I can’t see. Or if I can see it, I can only see the littlest bit of it when there is much, much more.” “I like that,” he said, and rolled over. He let go of her hand and propped on his elbow, his chin in his palm. He faced Hazel, staring at her so intently she had to look away. “Or maybe they make me feel better because even though they hide all day, they always come out at night;
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