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It was crazy, of course.
Worse than meeting a guy on vacation, having a little fling, and then saying, “Goodbye, I promise I’ll write.”
We couldn’t write. We would never see each other. He lived in England, Halli lived in Colorado—when would we ever see each other again?
I suppose we could conduct some sort of holo-relationship where I phoned him using Halli’s comm, and we could at least see each other that way—swirling lights turning into each other’s heads above the screen—but it’s not like we would ever be around each other again, unless he decided to come where Halli was or she went to him. He was in school. He had a life. Halli did, too.
Hopeless. No question about that.
“Champion idea,” Daniel said as soon as we’d made it to the hermit’s hut. He backed me against the wall an
