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Like all moths, Dorothy spends most of her time hanging around porch lights, car blinkers and campfires. While her uncle evaporated when coming to close to a flame and her father's sister ended as a gooey mess on a car window, she can't help but seeking for glows and flashes. Although she knows that when she finally reaches the light, it will disable her to go back into the dark. So she just sits there. Cuddling her beaming friend and waiting for night to be over.