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A boy came up the street and there was a girl. "Hello," they said in passing, then didn’t pass. They began to imagine. They imagined all night and woke imagining what the other imagined. Later they woke with no need to imagine. They were together. They kept waking together. Once they woke a daughter who got up and went looking for something without looking back. But they had one another. Then one of them died. It makes no difference which. Either. The other tried to imagine dying, and couldn’t really, but died later, maybe to find out, though probably not. Not everything that happens is a learning experience. Maybe nothing is.