[ John nods, not saying anything for a moment as he takes in their surroundings, the people and their wishes looking up, lanterns exploding in showers of confetti, carrying hopes and dreams in the wind.
He pushes his hands in the pockets of his jacket, shaking his head with a wistful smile. ]
No, I don't. [ Considering how his world is going, he can't imagine children to be in his future. But then again, neither did Lorna. ] Do you?
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He pushes his hands in the pockets of his jacket, shaking his head with a wistful smile. ]
No, I don't. [ Considering how his world is going, he can't imagine children to be in his future. But then again, neither did Lorna. ] Do you?