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[1] A junked-up nav beacon on the edge of sector eight.
[2] She’s dreamy.
[3] Okay, sometimes I think she wants to kill me. She’s like a cross between a Labrador and a leopard. And I’m pretty sure she reads minds.
[4] Honestly, I can’t tell why I’m even needed here.
[5] If you can call a NASA lifeboat a “car.” It gets me to my girl’s place and back. Drives like shit.
[6] In deep space, no one can hear you sob.
[7] Look at all that nothingness. Can you feel it looking back?
Hugh Howey, Beacon 23
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