“You love that phone more than you love me!” she said.
He looked squarely at her and said coolly, “Yes, I do. It does more for me than you ever could.”
A short time later, he watched as her ship dwindled from sight and looked at his phone, “No goddamn signal,” he said and sighed.
“It’s not you, it’s me,” she said. “I just need to be alone for a while.”
I said understood and left her on an asteroid.
“It really is you, you prick!” I heard her scream as my ship passed beyond the range of her suit’s radio.
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