"...And whilst I lay there contented in thine arms, it was unbeknownst to us that someone on the other side of the walls was being beaten to death. A terrible metaphor to how we lead our lives someone could suppose. The lack of light allowing time itself to drift and all the while we lay blissfully unaware, save for each other, clutching the other
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