“Am I old or am I young? I don’t know if my memories are real, what real is anymore. Does it matter if I am not thousands of years old if I have been dreamt to be?” Matthew had pondered this, too, when he’d first found out he was dreamt, not that long ago. People liked him, they always had. Was that the way he was made? Or was it something he’d earned? In the end, did it matter? He told Bryde all this as Bryde made the tornado larger and larger on the scratch paper and the voice continued talking, and then Matthew finished, “Anyhow, loads of people have things that are just the way they are,
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