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She had knelt beside him and nibbled at his ear. Her soft breast against his arm. Why then this loneliness? -- C.M.

He surveyed the face in the mirror, letting the jaw go slack, eyes vacant. How would he look in death? For there were days this man so wanted for some end to things that he'd have taken up his membership among the dead, all souls that ever were, eyes bound with night. -- C.M.