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Jack had been trying to lease the sky for some time now, without success. Nonetheless, he had to keep trying. It was his only asset, and he needed money bad.

Jack had owned the sky all his life. Well, most of it, at least. Other people thought it was unusual, but to Jack it was just one of those things.

When he was a toddler, his dad had lifted Jack's sleepy body from the car one night. He paused, halfway to the house. "Jackie?", he said, "See those stars? Those are yours."