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On Friday night, Marianne, Charlie, and Isaac drank cocoa and watched the snow drift slowly through the beam of the street lights. “It’s like living in a snow globe,” Marianne said. “But who’s been shaking the world?” Charlie asked. Isaac laughed. “I’ve been told that it’s always spinning in space.