"What would make you happy today?" he asked over coffee. The weather had flip-flopped again, a dead, leaden summer sky, air too moist to be comfortable.
"Nothing that's going to happen."
"How can you say that with such certainty?"
"It's not certainty, per se, but probability. It is the old philosophy. Just because something happens a million times in a row doesn't mean it will happen again, but we must live 'as if.' Who said that? Christ, I can't remember anything any more."
"We must live as if what?"
"That's right. Thanks." He was just reinforcing the theory.
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