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Brian was unafraid to think of the future, believing she was in it. He talked about them when they were thirty as easily as when they were twenty. He talked about babies and who would get Tibby's extra-long second toe. He wanted all of it. He wasn't afraid of saying so.
He liked to tell her his dreams, and he always dreamed in we. "Who's we?" she asked the first time he recounted to her a long complicated scenario.
He looked at her, perplexed, as though she was kidding around with him for no good reason. "You and me."
He liked to tell her his dreams, and he always dreamed in we. "Who's we?" she asked the first time he recounted to her a long complicated scenario.
He looked at her, perplexed, as though she was kidding around with him for no good reason. "You and me."