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“How can you say that, Alvie?” Frederic whispered in response. 

They were not just trying to speak low for fear of being heard – the fire would give away their presence, not their words. So close they stood that their breath felt warmer than the flames before them, and their words floated for just a second before caressing the other’s ears. 

“It is a nightmare, Alvie.” Frederic brushed his cheek softly against Alvar’s. Even scraping beard against beard – for they hadn’t shaved or bathed in two days – felt delicate and subtle, and such delicacies constituted the most effective antidote to the daily violence they moved through, and not the strong motions of sexual intercourse. After sublimating their longing for so long, sex had become a sacred affair, a ritual to defy death. “Have you not seen enough to know it?” Frederic’s disbelief briefly pitched his voice.

  

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