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"infinite"
Elphaba lay on the ground beside Fiyero, staring up at the night sky. Vast; it stretched so far with no limits. Tonight was so like another night long ago. And yet it wasn't. She knew now she was finite; a green girl in a foreign country with a Scarecrow discovering new limits every day.
Was there anything infinite?
"Yes," Fiyero insisted. "Number."
"Number?"
"You can always add one more, you know. That's why it's infinite."
"I know."
"Like poppies."
"You always give me poppies."
He smiled. "Yes, I know."
The next morning, there was one more poppy on the counter.