"Well, I don't know. I've never been to a funeral," He had said, smiling at her apologetically in the dim restaurant light.
She had only been able to look at him, perplexed, as she felt her view of him shifting.
He had become something magical in that moment, and despite his broad shoulders and well-groomed facial hair, she suddenly saw him as a child -- a glowing, innocent being who had avoided, for so long, the only real truth that life had to offer.
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