Are―you dying?” she asked.”Just can’t breathe. This air.””Poor, poor―good lord. I’ve forgotten your name.””Hell of a thing.””Barney!”He clutched her.”No! Don’t stop!” She arched her back. Her teeth chattered.”I wasn’t going to,” he said. “Oooaugh!”He laughed.”Don’t please laugh at me.””Not meant unkindly.”A long silence, then. Then, “Oof.

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