“I’m going on vacation, and I’m leaving my clone in charge. I’ll be gone, but I’ll be here.”
“I’ll leave my disconnected cell phone as collateral, and I’ll call you on it when I’m able to pay.”
“I’ll always be here, Luce. I’m yours,” he breathed, squeezing my hands, “forever.”
“Nevertheless, here it is: my Hideous Admission. I’ll fess up and come clean. I’m out of the closet. I’m dead. Now don’t hold it against me.”
“It’s more that I’m afraid of time. And not having enough of it. Time to figure out who I’m supposed to be… to find my place in the world before I have to leave it. I’m afraid of what I’ll miss.”
“If you expect others to think for you, then you expect others to live your life for you. And I’m sorry, but the only person I’ll let live my life for me is my clone. He thinks like me, so I’m OK with him thinking for me.”