“Marcia? Marcia, is that you?” The blond woman asked.
“Joshua? Is that you? I’d recognize that smile even on someone else’s body. I thought I lost you after the Great Shift. You were on business in Europe. I expected the worst.” Marcia replied.
“I switched with this blond woman. She didn’t have a phone or a penny to her name. It was hell getting back here, but I knew I would find you. i love you.”
“I had almost given up. And I love you, too. You are my husband, no matter what body you are in.”
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