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James is with him, in him, tangled in his arms and buried in his flesh. And this gaping crevice that fills him has no place here, with his lover held so close that there are two heartbeats thudding in asynchronous melody against his skin, but logic has never had much place in his life and he aches in anticipation, because the clock ticks over to “too late” and James will pull out, pull away, pull on his clothes and leave for the wife he can’t hate and the son he loves as his own and he will lie here alone.