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There's a chair that sits still in the kitchen. There are the precious, one-of-a-kind letters of the only autograph I had ever received from the royal Queen herself.
And then there is him, with his stupid and idiotic-looking space helmet and space gloves and spacesuit and - he is just so stupid!
But, alas, I do ever so wonder why my heart craves and burns with all the fire of ten thousand suns when he sends me one last goofy, hopeful grin as he boards that dangerous, all-new rocket?