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God,” I Moaned. “do They Use That Stuff As Rocket Fuel?” “no One Made You Keep Drinking It.” “hey, Don’t Get Preachy. Besides, I Had To Be Polite.” “sure,” She Said.

We Studied Our Angels For A Few Moments More, Looking At Where We Had Lain Side By Side In That Sweet, Quiet Moment. I Wished What I’d Said Was True, That We Had Truly Left Our Mark On The Mountain. But I Knew That After The Next Snowfall, Our Angels Would Disappear Into The Whiteness And Be Nothing More Than A Memory.

Who Else Is Going?" I Asked. He Shrugged. "just You And Me." My Mood Promptly Shot Up Past 'cheerful' And Went Straight To 'estatic.' Me And Dimitri. Alone. In A Car. This Might Very Well Be Worth A Surprise Test. "how Far Is It?" Silently, I Begged For It To Be A Really Long Drive. Like, One That Would Take A Week. And Would Involve Us Staying Overnight In Luxury Hotels. Maybe We'd Get Stranded In A Snowbank, And Only Body Heat Would Keep Us Alive. "five Hours" "oh." A Bit Less Than I'd Hoped For. Still, Five Hours Was Better Than Nothing. It Didn't Rule Out The Snowbank Possibility, Either.

Mistress, I Have Never Asked Anything Of You In My Servitude. But Now, I Beg You This: Do Not Make Me Keep Passing These Adolescent Sentiments Back And Forth All Night.

None Of You Appreciate Me. Why Is It So Hard To Believe That I Could Make A Real Contribution In These Dark Rimes?