“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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“I like certainty,” he said. “You know where you are with it.”
“Knowing where you are has its good points,” she said. “But it’s no consolation if you don’t like being there.”
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