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. "It's
only been four."
"You know only humans count time," he replied with a
shrug of his gigantic shoulders. "Has it really been four
months?"
"I can't quite believe it, either," she said in
an aching, hollow voice.
"Ah, you seem so ... lonely, Kyra. Perhaps you
should marry again."
"No!" she said emphatically. A moment later, a sad
smile washed over her face. "I know you mean well," she
said, "but I could never love another man after Seron. We
were best friends as well as lovers. We finished each
other's thoughts, laughed at each other's jokes." She closed
her eyes. "I can't sleep without him. I reach for him at
night," she softly admitted, and then rubbed her eyes open.
"I saw you preening for that female up there," she gestured
with a wan smile on her face, "and my first thought was
that I wanted to tell Seron that you hadn't changed a bit."
"Please don't point," he said, embarrassed. "She'll
know that we're talking about her."
Kyra lowered her hand. "Sorry," she said. "Apology
accepted," he said indulgently. She reached out and
stroked his head the way she used to back in the old days.
He smiled.
Kyra had spent all her waking hours - and many of her
sleeping hours, as well - reliving her life with Seron
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