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Let's see. Roughly speaking.
Ten thousand billion billion stars in the universe. Ten million billion worlds. Sixteen billion years behind, and quite a lot more than that in front. Six billion human beings, 2,218 TV channels, a million million chocolate chip cookies and twice as many plain. There are miracles and monsters and cities made of glass. Birds sing to bees and the night sky burns with star and city-light. Just as many city-lights as stars, these days. That's ten thousand billion billion, in case you were keeping count.
With that much stuff, there's room for everything. Every permutation, every possibility. Nothing can possibly be out of place in a universe so big.
Yet still, something does not belong.
Seriously, who the hell invented the Twinkie, and why?
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