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"It's okay I guess, really flat and boring," he shrugged. "Yeah, I'm just glad I didn't have to share and room with my brother. He had posters of book covers and quotes from said books everywhere," Sam chuckled. "Yes way! They have a planetarium and it is awesome!"

“I grew up in Iowa, and we had a house out of the city, so it was great. My room had those glow in the dark stars, but I put them up as actual constellation from the sky. They went down my walls and everything. It was great,” he grinned. “The planetarium here is pretty sweet.”

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"Well, you're no help. Okay, so which sounds cooler to you? Intergalactic space battles or flying through all of our galaxy exploring new planets and discovering civilizations?"

“I’m going to get another tattoo soon, what do you think I should get?” Sam asked outloud to the nearest person. “I was thinking about going with my theme of space, but I kind of wanted to get something Star Wars, or Star Trek, related. Opinions?”

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"Hey now. I'm sure you'll find someone great for you in no time. And you can work on getting there by making all the guys, or girls, heartbroken when you leave them in the dust," Sam tried to lighten the mood. "Besides, my fiancé is on the other side of the world right now," he frowned.

“Well, seeing as I found my soulmate before that got big, never I would say. But I heard it’s a great place to find a ‘NSA’ thing,” Sam snorted.

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“What? You?! Badass extraordinaire doesn’t have any tattoos? That’s crazy!” Sam gasped dramatically. “I want to get them in separate tattoos. I just have to decide on which one I want to get first.”

“Mmm, I’m not great when it comes to tattoo’s,” Naomi laughed lightly. “Go with Star Wars? Or just get both a Star Wars and Stark Trek tattoo?”

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“I will, but I don’t want them in the same tattoo. I plan to get more tattoos. I’m a little addicted,” he chuckled. “Yes, the Death Star is from Star Wars. I think I’m gonna go with Star Wars, but not with the Death Star. Maybe a mix of the Rebellion symbol and the Empire symbol.”

“Well, why don’t you get something that relates to both of them? As a tribute. I honestly have no idea about either of them but what about something like a combination of Spock’s hand sign and the Death star…?” she offered unsurely. “Is it the Death star that is from Star Wars?”

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“I’m sure you will,” he nodded. “Yes I am. Very conservative, and flat,” Sam said, chuckling a little. “I’m not that sweet. I was just taught to be a decent human being.”

“Well, I hope I can quell that.” she replied. “Oh, I didn’t know you were from Iowa? That explains how sweet and kind you are. As I said, thank you!”

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“I grew up in Iowa, and we had a house out of the city, so it was great. My room had those glow in the dark stars, but I put them up as actual constellation from the sky. They went down my walls and everything. It was great,” he grinned. “The planetarium here is pretty sweet.”

“Right!” She exclaimed excitedly. “I used to live out in the country part of North Carolina, had woods in our back yard and my dad, brothers and I would just camp out in a clearing in the woods durin’ the summer time and we could see the stars so clearly with out any lights or anythin’.”

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“Great! I’ve been pretty bored lately,” he grinned. “Oh, well, I’ll show you some good ‘ole Iowa hospitality. Pretty much the reason I’m so well loved here,” Sam teased. 

”Well, I’m planning to stay for a while so I’m more than happy to return the favour as well.” she answered with a smile. “My childhood wasn’t exactly ideal, we’ll say.”

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“I’m going to get another tattoo soon, what do you think I should get?” Sam asked outloud to the nearest person. “I was thinking about going with my theme of space, but I kind of wanted to get something Star Wars, or Star Trek, related. Opinions?”

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“My roommates keep coming and going, but now that I know someone, I can definitely make stuff for you,” he grinned cheekily. “Well, good for you my mom taught me to be nice to my friends. Do Chicago raised friend’s leave you in the dust?” Sam joked.

“You’re welcome.” she answered, offering a kind smile. She couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm, following him inside. “It sounds as though you’ve been planning this for a while. Honestly, thank you. Not many people in Chicago would do that,”

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“Well, thank you,” he grinned. “It is wonderful! Get ready for late nights and lots of coffee and cakes!” Sam smiled brightly, heading to the door of the building. “Of course, I’m going there anyway. Why not help out?”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m just wishing him well.” she answered. “Really? That’s wonderful!” A large smile began to grace her lips as she lifted the other box. “Thank you so much!”

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“Oh, yeah, sorry. Yeah, my fiance,” he nodded. “I definitely will, but I’m sure he won’t remember. Sorry,” Sam winced. “Wait, what? 2B? That’s where I live!” He smiled brightly, picking up a box. “Shall we?”

“Indeed,” she laughed with a nod. She furrowed her brows in confusion. Gabe’s name rang a bell. She paused momentarily as she tried to remember who he was. “Ah, your fiance, right? I’m sorry to hear. Tell him I send him my best.” she replied. “I’m in White Oak, Floor 2, Apartment B.”

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“That tends to happen when you move away,” he winked playfully. “I’m okay. Um.. Gabe had an accident, and hit his head. He got amnesia, and his moms wanted him home, so he’s there now,” Sam shrugged. “Anyway, what’s your apartment number?”

“Ah, Sam!” she answered when she was addressed by her name, the voice familiar. “I’ve been rather well. I haven’t seen you since I moved to New York City. How are you?”

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Sam was just coming up to his building after working, bumping into a lady. He mumbled out an apology, before continuing on his way. He nearly collided with someone else, and this time he looked up, breaking into a smile. “SJ!” Sam said, moving to help his friend with her stuff. “How have you been?”

“Erm… Thank you!” SJ called after the woman awkwardly who had just walked away with a copy of her book. The couple of boxes she had been holding had been pushed out of her hands by the woman, the woman sighing in frustration as she bent down to begin packing everything away. “It’s almost as terrible as New York…”

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“Well, seeing as I found my soulmate before that got big, never I would say. But I heard it’s a great place to find a ‘NSA’ thing,” Sam snorted.

“My sister is trying to talk me into making a Tinder account. I’m not that desperate? When did you feel like that was necessary.”

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Sam was sitting down on one of the couches when someone else joined him. He smiled and nodded at the man, eyeing the folder for a moment before going back to the article he was reading on his phone. Sam looked up again at the sigh, raising a brow. “Important decisions to make?” He asked.

Unique Charity Project.

Asher  sat in the lounge area of his apartment complex  with a folder of  a few ideas for potential projects for his charity as well as fund raiser ideas.  He wasn’t sure what he was going to do yet but he knew he wanted to do something different and new. He sighed and rubbed his eyes in frustration.

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“I know what you mean. It sucks. Back home, I could drive a few miles and be able to see the entire sky. I miss it,” he sighed. 

“Can’t really see the stars here…” Stella sighed sadly as she wrapped her arms around her middle due to the cold of the night and looked down from the sky.