What if I loved
you?
I ask him.
What if I loved how
you
think about
molecules
racing,
or slowing,
about color,
about owl calls in
the night?
Because I know you
do.
You are no weapon.
You are a boy who listens
to the flow of
water in a
stream,
who once had a love
affair
with equations.
We could end the
war,
rather than start
it.
George is quiet for
a moment.
Well, he says, you
will look
up the difference
between
reptiles and
amphibians
now, so there might
be
something in all of
this.
How much we will
see.
There are still the
dolls to
contend with.
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