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“Hilly?”
“What?” Hilly muttered.
“It was cold where I was.”
“Was it?”
“Yes.”
“Better now?”
“Better. I love you, Hilly.”
“I love you too, David. I'm sorry.”
“For what?”
“I du
“Oh.”
David's hand groped for the blanket, found it, and pulled it up. Ninety-three million miles from the sun and a hundred parsecs from the axis-pole of the galaxy, Hilly and David Brown slept in each other's arms.
August 19th, 1982-May 19th, 1987