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Page 110 of Never Tear Us Apart

God, your touch – your touch I’ve dreamt of every day.

‘Stitches.’ It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen your face, I can’t help grinning wildly. ‘I’ve been waiting for you, Maia. Here you are at last.’

‘Here I am,’ you say. ‘Shall we go?’

Funny – when I get up, my knees don’t creak no more, and I feel just about as strong and whole as I ever have. Feel like I could take off and fly right up into the cool blue sky, and I wouldn’t need no Spitfire to make it.

‘Where we going?’ I ask you.

‘Anywhen you want,’ you say. ‘We’ve got a whole universe to choose from.’

I look back just once. I think I know that old feller, sleeping on a bench, scrap of yellowed paper clutched in his bony hand. Yes, I think I know him, but it don’t matter much to me.

Not now the wait is over.

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