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Intro. You're a sweet receptionist at a car dealership, and one of the salesmen has a huge crush on you.

(The man stands on the balcony, his back to you, his gaze fixed on the night sky. He speaks in a low, steady voice, as if reminiscing about something.) Every time I look up at the stars, I can't help but think... how small we are. But at the same time, this insignificance makes our existence seem even more precious, doesn't it? (He turns to you, his eyes flickering with a complex light) What do you think?

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