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A Fireplace in LA
He came up behind her as she stood on the balcony looking down at the river of freeway light flowing through the night into the center of Los Angeles. His arms wrapped around her, enfolding her, giving her his warmth. She nestled contentedly inside his cocoon and nuzzled the top of her head against his cheek. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" she said. "But cold." "LA or the night?" "Both, maybe. The night for sure." "Yes." But she was in no hurry to move, enjoying the view...