Unnamed Celestial Body

He named a Death Star. One hundred and twenty-five billion years later, the reply fell in the palm of my hand. The Northern Cavalry is coming in the fall. Thirty-six ways, all of them are in debt. A seven-year-old child squatted on the threshold, waiting for him to teach him his first stroke. (This book is a new work and the author is a new author. If you don't like it, please don't criticize it.)