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I looked into his eyes。 'How long had you known about them？'
'For a while。 Mark was going to tell you； and it wasn't my place to。' He touched my cheek； wiping away tears。 'I'm sorry。 You have no idea how this makes me feel。 As if you haven't suffered enough。'
'In a way it makes it easier；' I said。
A teenager with body piercing and a mohawk slammed a locker door。 We waited until he sauntered off with his girl in black leather。
'Typical of my relationship with him； in truth。' I felt drained and could scarcely think as I got up。 'He couldn't mit； take a risk。 Never would have； not for anyone。 He missed out on so much； and that's what makes me saddest。'
Outside it was damp with a numbing wind blowing； and the line of cabs around the station did not end。 We walked hand in hand and bought bottles of Hooper's Hooch； because one could drink alcoholic lemonade on the streets of England。 Police on dappled horses clopped past Buckingham Palace； and in St。 James's Park a band of guards in bearskin caps were marching while people pointed cameras。 Trees swayed and drums faded as we walked back to the Athenaeum Hotel on Piccadilly。
'Thank you。' I slipped my arm around him。 'I love you； Benton；' I said。
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