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The Passing of Years

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"You're right, Bones, it is beautiful here." Jim leaned closer to his lover, sighing happily as he surveyed the landscape before him.
"Sure is, Jim, but then I'm biased." Bones gripped Jim's hand tightly as he gazed into eyes that had not lost their sparkle despite the passing of years. "Do you ever regret it? Retiring to Georgia I mean."
"No," Jim replied, inhaling deeply as a moment of melancholy passed over him. "But then again, I never expected to live long enough to retire anywhere."
"But you did, Jim. And we're here now, together and we always will be."