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“I knew you’d say yes. You always say yes when Juliette is involved. Hell, if I told you J said we needed to go to the moon to pick up some rocks you’d probably figure out how to build a spaceship.”
“A rocket.”
“What?”
“A rocket,” I say to him. “Not a spaceship. Spaceships aren’t real. Spaceships are for aliens.”
“Okay, you’re literally proving my point.”
I duck to avoid a low-hanging branch. “No, I’m taking issue with your analogy. You’re acting as if it’s an impossible thought. But we possess the technology and potential capability to launch a space program. We’ve just
focused our energies on other things—”
“Bro. It was a simple question. A hypothetical question.”
“You never asked me a question.”
“Fine.” He crosses his arms, coming to a halt. We turn to face each other.
“Here’s the question,” he says. “If J asked you to go to the moon for her, would you go to the moon?”
“Yes.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Release Me