A blank grey room. Two round red chairs face one another, several yards between. I sit in one chair, he in the other. Both of us are absorbed in our own silent activities. We do not need to speak. We merely are aware of one another and appreciate the company. It does not matter why we have this connection. It simply is.
I look up to see frosted glass obscuring his half of the room. Why the sudden need to hide?
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