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'' Unfortunately,
Dylan has yet to discover the feeling of having a good time, strange for a man
edging towards his twenty-first birthday. Dylan may not have much planned for
his big day, but what fate has in store for him is something only a jigsaw
genius could piece together. This particular evening, as the sun was slowly
making its way down from the tip of the sky, he was helping his mother finish
cleaning up the dinner dishes. Once
everything was complete, he gathered up his freshly-ironed clothes for another
day of doors being slammed in his face the following morning at work. With his bedroom door shut and the lights out, it was only the
twinkling of the stars that shed a little light through Dylan’s window. Just before he closed his eyes, a shooting
star appeared. Dylan shut his eyes and
whispered, “I wish I could be
somebody”, just before Death’s first
cousin Sleep had taken over him.''