Old time.
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Lance has been counting the days since Keith left.
At first there had been ninety-four days. Then there were seventy-nine. After that fifty-six. Weekend after weekend. Day after day.
Lance counted; because he missed his goddamn husband. Fifty turned into forty and then into thirty. Suddenly, Keith’s arrival was in less than a month and he could barely hold his excitement.
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