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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"As high as you want, luv, I don't care wherever, as long as your happy," he smiled at her, smoothing her hair.

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"No," she tells him with gentle sternness. "I asked you to choose."

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He blinked. "Any one at all? How about the top? Is that too high for you?"

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"It's not." She presses that picture and dictates a short message to the effect that it's the chosen level, then starts deleting the other pictures. "They're big apartments. We'll have a lot of room for friends to visit and for our kids."

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He choked slightly, then stared at her. "Kids?"

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She pauses and looks up at him with confusion. "Ye...es."

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"But... you... want kids? With me?" he said, looking stuck by the thought.

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Ang blinks. "I didn't change my mind."

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"Seriously? With me?" he said softly.

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"You're the one I love and am marrying." She gives him a mystified look.

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"Oh," he said, blinking. "Er... right."