“Sometimes when I’m certain I begin to wonder,” she said.
“Wonder what?” he asked.
“About the wonder of certainty and the certainty of wonder,” she said.
“Sometimes when I’m certain I begin to wonder,” she said.
“Wonder what?” he asked.
“About the wonder of certainty and the certainty of wonder,” she said.
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