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Ian felt as if his heart might burst from his body. There wasn’t any logic to what he was feeling, what he knew was happening between them. No reason, no rationality. It was just magic. Just love. Fuck, could it really be love? “C'mon, let's light these fuckers up,” Mickey pushed, holding up the lighter. Ian nodded and Mickey picked up the vessel, tipping it to the side, the lighter disappearing into the open mouth. Snick! A smile crept onto Mickey’s lips as he watched the leaves catch, all of his and Ian’s baggage quickly being engulfed in a brilliant fire. It wouldn’t burn up completely, of course. They’d both have to continue to work on their own and together to unpack it all. Build something new, together. But this was a potent jump start. A promise, and a pledge. An undertaking. an exception to the rule | ch. 6: nor the furious winter's rages
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