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I wake to pale silver sunlight slanting over the bed. And beside me, my pale silver lover lies, eyes closed, his breathing soft and regular, his hair a scatter of frost over his tanned skin. A single stray lock rises and falls as my breathing bathes his face. Morning breath… We made love last night, an act as physically intimate as it gets. Realistically, we’ve shared everything it’s possible to share. But some things shouldn’t be shared. Quickly I withdraw, slip backwards from between the sheets and, still naked, make for the bathroom. I didn’t even bring a toothbrush. The new brush Borje gave me stands in a glass propped by a tube of paste. A quick search produces mouthwash and dental floss too. Five minutes later, running my tongue over teeth now feeling squeaky-clean, I venture back