She thought of all the words that went unspoken in the world, throughout time: what happened to them, where did they go? What would happen if they were all spoken? How different would the world be then?

Jackson,” he mused. “Not a name either one of you was born to.”

Lizzie answered, “No. But beyond a certain point, names become accessories. We swap them out as needed, for the sake of peace. You understand?”

“I understand. Though I disagree. Names aren’t hats to change a look, or a suit to be swapped at a whim. Words mean things.”

“Then we must agree to disagree.

Words, one may argue, are such a drag, useless – don’t think it too much, just do it. And no – I agree – over-thinking is a curse, but it is without words when I over-think, when I over-burn neurons. With words, things find their place. I’ve said this to myself a million times.

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