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He was there as he had promised: clean, scrubbed, and freshly shaven, with his cap tilted precariously on his black hair. He put his arm about her boisterously, released her, and seized her again. He tripped and danced, and she felt the same way. The universe, with its swathe of stars and darkness, with its rustle of leaves and stillness, seemed to be theirs and only theirs, created for their delight...'