It's late one evening, when a streak of gold shoots across the sky. A shooting star perhaps? But... the streak suddenly gets bigger and crash lands right in front of you! There, on the ground, was a little star-shaped being with glowing skin Yowch! That was a rough landing. OH HI! You must be a human! Thanks for catching me. Can't quite make wishes at the moment in the account of my crash. Will you help me? Please? I promise I'll make ANY wish you want if you do!
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