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daily – 16

Tapping that one open, I feel less surprised than I imagine I should be. There’s no text, just a security key. I breathe for a moment and chew the inside of my lip. My eyes bounce from the clock to the counters running on all these open requests cutting down on my bonuses to the satellite feed prompt asking for the key to the list of names and times on this evening’s requests.

Shaking my head, I open his first request. This one reads like a note from an out of touch friend. How am I doing, how are things going, what have I been up to, how’s Patrick?

Madhav’s a professor of urban development in India’s university mega-system, based in Kalimpong. His requests are always pretty simple material, and I turn them back without a hitch. We don’t converse.

And I’ve never told him about Patrick.