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Dear Daughter: Short and Sweet Messages for a Queen

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“Okay. Do you have something to do today?” Day asked. “No. I want to go back to the hotel and change,” God responded. Day thought if he should ask God about staying with him until he found another place. He didn’t want to freak God out, they’d just said they loved each other, but it didn’t mean they were ready to pick out china. He felt God’s thick fingers under his chin, pulling his face back to face him. “Just ask already?” God snorted a laugh. Day rolled his eyes. Sometimes he forgot how perceptive they both were. Day could pick up most of God’s thoughts, just like the man could pick up his. “Fine.” Day grumbled. “Do you want to stay here with me? I’m not trying to clamp a ball and chain around your ankle or anything, I just thought economically it’d make more sense you know, not having to pay that kind of money for weeks when I’m right here with all this extra room. Then it would be beneficial that you didn’t have to travel to pick me up for work, we could split the housework too because I hate raking the leaves and you don’t seem to mind. Also, I thought—” “Leo, shut the hell up.” God’s eyes were wide as he stared at him. Day registered that he had rambled on, letting his nerves get the best of him while he was basically asking God to move in with him. The man was his partner but he was also so damned guarded. “I could stay here with you, until I find my own place.” God kissed him on the forehead and nudged him off him so he could raise up and swing his long legs over the side.”

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“ich könnte es wie Ibrahim machen und die absurdesten Lügen über mich erzählen. Ich könnte sagen: »Eigentlich bin ich 40, aber ich habe mein Gesicht von einem plastischen Chirurgen verjüngen lassen. Ich arbeite nämlich für die pakistanische Regierung als Geheimagent und suche in Wien nach dem Stützpunkt der Illuminati.« Oder ich könnte mir ein Beispiel an Maya nehmen und mich mit den Leuten sozialisieren, ihnen Fragen stellen– ich könnte versuchen, mehr als nur ein lächelndes Gesicht in der Menge zu sein. Aber ich bin nicht Ibrahim. Und ich bin auch nicht Maya. Also nicke ich nur und halte still wie der Statist, der ich in Wirklichkeit nun mal bin.”

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