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“Oh, there’s always a way if you really want something.” the dust cheeringly answered. About a kilometer from here is a rocketship that’s about to take off. At the tip of that rocketship is a tiny, tiny space that only a dot like you could fit into. So, if I were you, I’ll go strap myself into that rocke....”

The dot was off and rushing before the dust could finish his sentence.