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" As they both looked up into the sky bursting with stars, Augie thought about how time was as infinite as the space above. The future shortly became the past, and one could never predict how things would turn out. What was important was the current moment—this moment, right now, with Rose’s hand in his, the feel of her kiss still fresh on his lips. He wanted to be present, unhindered by anxiety or fear, just conscious in this single, beautiful stretch of a memory. It was one he’d cherish forever. "
― Jennifer LeBlanc , The Tribulations of August Barton (August Barton, #1)