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Their mother walked in a moment later. She squinted at the counter. “Funny,” she murmured, brushing a speck of gold dust off the tres leches cake. “I thought I saw two little stars.”

Up they went, past the chimney, past the sleeping pigeons, past the streetlights. And then, for the first time, they broke through the hazy blanket of the city and into the true, dark, infinite sky. Fernanda Y Carolina We Are Little Stars Updated