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“Uncle Peter's been telling me so much about you, Brian. I'm glad you can already walk so well. How do you feel? Still on the mend?” Lianne chirped like a nightingale.
“Ah, yes, I'm fine, very well in fact, thank you, Lianne. And why do you call him ‘uncle’? I thought you weren't related in any way,” asked Brian, curious.
He was willing to talk to her for hours on end but, at the same time, was not quite sure how to start, for fear of boring her.
“No, of course not, he's like a father to me, as I lost mine a long time ago.”
Brian knew the answer, of course, but was striving to keep the conversation going with the most impressive lady in the universe.
Suddenly, the tiny little place called the Moon seemed so awe-inspiring and delightful to Brian. He felt young and strong again, upl
