Valley of the Queens. Clone City. Out on an upper terrace.

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Ang leans back against the sun-warmed stone and wriggles her toes inside her shoes as she listens to her computer tell a story about a little chicken who went to town and saw a clown. It's a rhyming story, simple and catchy, and she's enjoying it very much. And up here there's no one to complain about her listening to it twelve times in a row. Present is curled next to her, asleep and purring.

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Her life is so bright to his eyes, but so brief. But she's unaware of this too as she frees his hand to put her arms around him with a sigh.

Then she looks up with eyes dancing with laughter. "I stuck the pages with my dress on shut so you can't see them."

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"Alright," he smiled. "Let me see what you planned, love."

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She lets him go to pull the book closer and open the fabric-look cover. "Here's the place. In Clone City, by the River."

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He nodded. "It looks beautiful," he said, liking the spot.

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Ang smiles and shows him pictures from other angles, some of which contain grinning or unaware clones. Then she turns another page. "And here is what the cake will be. It's chocolate malt on top, and lemon on the bottom." She points to the pictures of the uniced cake slabs. "It's going to have the icing we liked." A touch to the icing picture and a recorded voice says the name of it. "That."

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He grinned.

"Sounds fantastic," he said, kissing her cheek.