The question, "What are we?" hits different after plan b. That's when incentives and priorities of a relationship change from two, to a potential third. Your future life flashes before your eyes, similar to death, but with birth. The question is presented outside a Shopper's Drug Mart around 2:00am. The initial answer being, "If there were three, there wouldn't be we." Of course, this response wouldn't be well received. When I hear the question, I'm for a moment absorbed in thought, emphasizing to myself each word separately that I may come to another solution. Finally, I'm inclined to answer her with equal mystery, and without more emphasis on the "we," I say, "It's true, we do not know what tomorrow holds for us two, so we are now."
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