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July 2, 2003
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Together, even
Nick's legs felt weak and shaky and his knee joints seemed to have gone soft. He got out of bed and staggered to the bathroom, cleaning himself up as best he could. There was still an odd catch in his breath. He shook his head, laughed breathlessly, and went back to the bedroom.
The floor was strewn with clothes: striped tie, shirt, weird red knitted thing with a lion on it, glasses, oops, better not step on those. Nick flopped down in bed again. "How do you do that, make me feel like this?"
JC grinned, eyes sparkling. "Magic," he said.