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He must have closed his eyes to better feel the pungent smell, for he fell asleep next to Frederic.

Alvar had heard from other men how they missed home, missed their beloved ones. And very few men would have a grander, more comfortable home than Alvar – yet, he did not miss it at all. Not any comforts, nor his beloved ones.

For home was next to Frederic, his most loved one. Sleeping outdoors on a hard floor, having little or nothing proper to eat for a couple of days – nothing burdened him, being acceptable if transitory, while only Frederic had to be permanent. Having him, Alvar did not miss anything.

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