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   The whiskey bottle had been drained.

          The three of them were lying side by side; bodies pressing lightly.

               Their heads were resting on the cushions; stargazing.

          "There's Cassiopeia, she was a beautiful queen," Harry's voice had become lower.

               His hand reached out until he was able to interlace his fingers with Jill's.

          Lou rolled further onto his side slinging a thigh over hers.

               "I need the restroom!" Jillian scrambled up as fast as she was able, and ran.

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