Arthur Conan Doyle
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it was a beautiful evening, the sky was turning a beautiful shade of purple, the stars were starting to come out, and there was a cool breeze, and Arthur thought it would be the perfect night to star-gaze instead of beging cramped up in his room writing Sherlock Holmes, you two were outside, laying next to eachother on the grass, when you saw a meteor shower, he pointed, smiling with excitment
"Look, luv! Over there!"