Arthur adjusted his spectacles. "Turbulence is noise, Elena. In a perfect model, noise is discarded."
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"But love is the noise," she countered, her eyes bright with a chaotic energy that made Arthur’s pulse deviate from its resting 65 beats per minute. "It’s the Reynolds number. It’s the moment the smooth flow becomes a vortex. You can't calculate a vortex; you can only experience it." Arthur adjusted his spectacles