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C., six months earlier to take a job at the University of Nevada and was having trouble meeting people. Soon we were playing two games at once and chatting in both, two entirely different conversational threads — one serious and the other playful. At one point, I had to slide my couch closer to an outlet because my battery was at 2 percent. We talked about everything from our childhood pets (her rats, Mr.
So it seemed cruelly fitting that the first woman I really connected with had moved to China. She told me the worst gift she had ever given a boyfriend was a giant Hershey bar.
In the morning, I awoke to a message she had sent from the airport, waiting out a delay.
This single message meant more to me than the thousands of others we had exchanged.
Three days later, my father ended up in the hospital with a blood clot — a complication from leukemia. The last time I saw her screen name was with the message, “They Timed Out.”Midsummer is when she was due to return to the States, but I don’t know if she ever did. Yet my happiest memories here have nothing to do with Nevada or the mountains or the university.