As James A. Baldwin once said, "Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot
live without and know we cannot live within." No truer words were ever
spoken.
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Hobbes awoke on one of the examination tables in the Keep. He yawned and stretched; he found that he couldn't completely move. He looked down; Claire was lying on his stomach. Bobby's mind went blank. He never imagined that this was possible. He just froze and stared at Claire. She began to stir and sat up stretching and yawning. She rubbed her eyes and looked around. "Oh, good morning, Bobby," she said sleepily. "You know, you make a very comfortable pillow." "Uh.thanks?" was all he could say. Claire walked over to her desk and continued her work. Robotically, Bobby sat up and walked toward the door. He just didn't know how to act. "Bye, Bobby," Claire called after him. "Uh.bye?" Just then, Bobby bumped into Alex. "Oh, sorry, Munroe," he said. "I wasn't paying attention." She just blushed. "Uh.'sokay?" "You okay, Munroe?" Bobby said. "You feelin' better?" "Uh.ya?" "Okay, well, I'll see ya later." Alex just didn't know what to do with herself.
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Darien sat in a chair in the infirmary, his head lying on Lillianne's bed, completely asleep. It had been a very long night, but somehow, visiting her made it all feel.less bad. He suddenly felt something stroke his face. Half asleep, half awake, he stirred slightly. It stroked his face again. It was definitely a hand. Fingers traced along the bridge of his nose and around his face. Slowly, he opened his eyes. Darien sat up with a start. There before him was Lillianne, smiling with her hand still on his face. "You're still as handsome as I remember," she said in her light French accent. "Oh, my God," Darien exhaled. He leaned forward and hugged her. He couldn't believe it. "I'm glad you missed me." Lillianne smile and kissed him on the lips.
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Hobbes awoke on one of the examination tables in the Keep. He yawned and stretched; he found that he couldn't completely move. He looked down; Claire was lying on his stomach. Bobby's mind went blank. He never imagined that this was possible. He just froze and stared at Claire. She began to stir and sat up stretching and yawning. She rubbed her eyes and looked around. "Oh, good morning, Bobby," she said sleepily. "You know, you make a very comfortable pillow." "Uh.thanks?" was all he could say. Claire walked over to her desk and continued her work. Robotically, Bobby sat up and walked toward the door. He just didn't know how to act. "Bye, Bobby," Claire called after him. "Uh.bye?" Just then, Bobby bumped into Alex. "Oh, sorry, Munroe," he said. "I wasn't paying attention." She just blushed. "Uh.'sokay?" "You okay, Munroe?" Bobby said. "You feelin' better?" "Uh.ya?" "Okay, well, I'll see ya later." Alex just didn't know what to do with herself.
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Darien sat in a chair in the infirmary, his head lying on Lillianne's bed, completely asleep. It had been a very long night, but somehow, visiting her made it all feel.less bad. He suddenly felt something stroke his face. Half asleep, half awake, he stirred slightly. It stroked his face again. It was definitely a hand. Fingers traced along the bridge of his nose and around his face. Slowly, he opened his eyes. Darien sat up with a start. There before him was Lillianne, smiling with her hand still on his face. "You're still as handsome as I remember," she said in her light French accent. "Oh, my God," Darien exhaled. He leaned forward and hugged her. He couldn't believe it. "I'm glad you missed me." Lillianne smile and kissed him on the lips.