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Peaceful the Knives

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The first time Murray shared a bed with Cody, it was in a motel room in a strange city where Nick was dying. Or maybe not dying, but it felt like it. To him and to his friends, who had no influence here and could not be with him.

They huddled together in the double bed, Cody pretending he wasn't crying and Murray pretending it was okay. Please, God, let it be okay.

In the morning, Cody would wash his face, paste on a smile, and be himself. Murray, his pajama top still damp with a strong man's tears, would never be the same again.