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And now that Johnny’s work was done, he smiled and waved goodbye. Then he jetted upward toward the sky as fast as he could fly. And around five-thousand feet or so—just less than one full mile, Johnny stopped to get his bearings, and collect his thoughts a while. He hovered, staring into space, a billion stars alight. Like a kid inside a candy store, his eyes fill