_{A METEOR,   one that disappears into the stars nearly as quickly as it had shot by,   leaves the young furter GASPING   –   he’s been in ships before,   &&   he’s been outside the atmosphere of transsexual,   of course,   but never on a mission such a this one.   the thought of EARTH has him rather anxious   ;   ANXIOUS, but not frightened.   ‘   hum   –   oh,   magenta   ?   ’   croons he,   turning on his heel.   emerald eyes flit from the ginger - haired woman to her gawkish brother,   one foot tapping EAGERLY against the floor of the craft.   ‘   how much longer   –   where are we,   exactly   ?   that isn’t earth,   is it   ?   ’}

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