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I
was startled when I saw the art-a huge collage of blown-up photos of him and me: the picture of our
kiss on the street outside the gym...a shot of us from the press gauntlet at the advocacy dinner...a
candid of the tender aftermath of our fight in Bryant Park...
The focal point was the image in the center that had been taken while I slept in my own bed,
lit only by the candle I'd left burning for him. It was an intimate voyeuristic shot, one that said more
about the photographer than it did the subject.
I was deeply touched by the proof that he'd been falling along with me.
Gideon gestured at the drink he'd poured for me in advance and set on the edge of his desk.
"Have a seat."
I complied, curious. There was an edge to him that was new, a sense of purpose and calm
determination paired with laser-precise focus.
What brought on his mood? And what did it mean for the rest of our evening?
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