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 little sadly, as he climbed on to his bus. What was there about Peter? Something hard, fierce, wildly hostile a devil, a God. Something that Bobby going quietly home to his comfortable dinner, might watch and guard and even love but something that he could never share.

Now, in the cool and quiet of the Chelsea Embankment as he walked to his door, Bobby sighed a little because life was so comfortable.