Story link: 'Angel' -- Pat Cadigan

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'Angel' -- Pat Cadigan (via the author's Twitter: signal boost!)

Angel was getting used to things here and getting used to how I did, nights. Standing outside, because what else are you going to do. He was my Angel now, had been since that other cold night when I'd been going home, because where are you going to go, and I'd found him and took him with me. It's good to have someone to take with you, someone to look after. Angel knew that. He started looking after me, too.