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June 2086. Stephanie Nova and Justin Kim are 26.




Saturday mornings were better than holidays, better than cotton candy at the county fair, better than cake on a birthday. Saturday mornings, if neither of them made a sound louder than a whisper or a kiss, the girls might sleep until nine o'clock and nobody had to leave bed.


"I had the best dream last night," Justin whispered.

"Yeah? What was it about?"

"This," he said. "Exactly this."

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