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One night, under the double eclipse, she asked him, “Don’t you get lonely?”

He let her stay. He told himself it was practicality—she could tend the garden while he repaired her ship’s quantum drive. But he found himself lingering near the potting bench, watching her hum human pop songs to the carnivorous Whisperfronds .

“Loneliness is a luxury of the young,” he said. “The old have no time. We are busy finishing.” Old-n-Young - Alien - Sex for a discount -25.06...

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“Then think faster,” she said.

She looked at him then—really looked. Not at his alienness, but at the cracks in his carapace, the dullness of his oldest eye. “You’re not finished,” she whispered. “You’re just waiting.”

“Think faster.”

He was 1,100 years old. She was a child. And yet.