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I let Daniel read the letter on purpose. My subtle way of preparing him.
But now I can’t put off talking about it any longer.
“Daniel …”
“I know.”
I look up at him as we walk back across the campus. He gathers me in closer, putting his arm around me as we stroll step in step.
I’m not in that much of a hurry. Neither is he.
“Once we build the machine where I am,” I say, “I’ll be able to bilocate here whenever I want.”
“That’s good,” he says. “It’s something.”
“Don’t be sad. I seem to recall you saying you wanted the old Audie back.”
“I’ve grown to love this one, too,” Daniel answers. “It’s hard to let you go.”
“Don’t.” I clear my throat to fight off a cry. “This time was so much better than before. Thank you for figuring out who I really am. Otherwise I would have missed all t
