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you know? What with nuclear bombs, and all the crime, and the environment getting shot to hell. Like it wouldn't be right, bringing kids into such a mess.' |
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'I think there's plenty around to make it worth the risk,' Denise said. 'I'm glad I'm alive, even if it does get creepy.' |
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'Yeah. Me, too. I guess.' |
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'But jeez, there's so much that can go wrong.' |
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'But we're in here, safe and sound. It's nice. It's almost as if there isn't the black rain out there.' |
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'Thanks for reminding me,' Tom said, and she felt his hand tighten on her shoulder. |
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'It'll end sooner or later. Everything will be fine again.' |
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'I sure hope so.' When he said that, Denise felt his breath stirring her hair, warm or her scalp, tickling a little. 'At least . . . I'm glad we're together.' |
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He gently kissed the side of her head. Then his lips went away. Denise snuggled against him and yawned. 'I'm so wiped out,' she muttered. |
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'Do you feel like sleeping? I can move over to a chair so you can stretch out.' |
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'Don't do that. I like you just fine here.' She snuggled against him and sighed with contentment. |
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Tom's hand moved gently from her shoulder to her elbow, then up again. 'This is pretty nice.' |
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'Maybe I will take a little nap,' Denise said. 'Would you mind?' |
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