![Luna-Tic](images/rr12lunatic9.jpg)
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Where had the spent moon gone? Replaced, he fell down like a leaf on a tree. Shrinking to the size of a Frisbee, he landed out side on the ground. I ran to where the moon rested. I picked him up. He held no mocking face, no gruesome grin. He was dirty-white, cool and small.
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