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I don't want to think about other things anymore. With so much trouble every day, if I had to dig deeper and trace the source of everything, then who knows how many of my brain cells would die.

The stars should be home by now, right? I thought.

Don't think about the troublesome things, then I'll think about the happy things first. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'm really going to accelerate my aging