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But I’m up. I’m on my feet. Stupid? Yeah. Dangerous? Probably. Naïve? Without a doubt.

I keep going anyway.

Daniil is still on the balcony, but he’s moved from the hammock to the sofa. He’s got his legs hitched up over the balcony railing and he’s looking directly up at the stars like there are th...

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