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Chapter 3-2
Morton woke just before dark. He only knew the time of day because he’d been alive for many hundreds of years. He sensed when it was not yet night. Next to him, Graham still slept. He eased out of bed, being careful not to disturb his lover. Graham was often on alert and didn’t get as much rest as he needed. Slipping from their bedroom, he went down a dark hall to another room where they kept their clothes. It was such a large house, and just the two of them in it, so they had only their bed in the resting chamber. He chose a pair of blue jeans and a red T-shirt and then made his way to the hall bathroom to shower. Showers were definitely one of his favorite modern inventions. He’d hated bathing in tubs or not bathing at all, for that matter. He soaped himself up under the shower spray
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