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I called him by hyperwave. His name was a musical throat-swallowing gargle of a sound. He said “Call me Bill.” We talked until the late hours of the morning. And every day for a month.
I owe the hyperwave company more than my student loans. I got a huge bill for talking to an alien named Bill, who has a bill.
He thought it was poetic.
I changed majors.