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Date: 2004-03-26 02:45 am (UTC)
Clay gathers him close.

No use saying that it is just dream. Dreams can be so real. More real than reality.

He strokes Weps' back, firm, warm hands telling him, that Clay is there. That he listens. That he understands.
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