Dev was whistling. In all the years he'd been alive, he couldn't remember ever whistling because he was in a good mood. It always seemed like such a trite thing for someone to do, and he'd sworn that it could never be a genuine display of one's happiness. There he was, though, puttering around his kitchen and making himself a sandwich for lunch
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Stopping at the top of the bluff he decided to try his cell and see if he could call his lover. Thinking of Dev that way made his smile grow even wider as he listened to the phone ring and hoped Dev wasn't at work.
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"Hello?"
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