She shifted sitting piggyback on his muscled shoulders. “Why am I a little girl here?”
“In the Dreamlands,” the young man answered, “you’re more who you are.”
“But I’m ninety!”
“I’m eighty, when I’m awake.”
“You must be adventurous,” she giggled. “I must be childish!”
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