What, my dear, is an act so calmly chanced upon, as when two travelers, not long in searching, find themselves already upon the cobbles of the searched for street, and everyone about his business, polite but unheralding (let the easy simile stand, my dear, it’s perfect), we both touched by a bit of drink, sure of ourselves, and bunkered against the lacerating half-frozen rain outside the curtained window, hissing at us, the rain, that to do anything else would be a provocation to its malice, and yes, my dear, we in love, in love and assuming, wrongly, that this was but one in an infinite series? Merely a question answered.

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