The Age of Asparagus

“He actually said that?” Chris said, grinning. He shook his head slightly and wrapped his arms around Winnie’s shoulders. “What’s it even mean?”

“When asparagus is ripe?” Winnie suggested. She chuckled softly and snuggled closer to Chris. “There’s so much about our world that he just doesn’t understand.”

“Just imagine what it would be like for us in his world,” Chris said, his voice faint.

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