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Rest. Cutting. Bubble. I just massaged Thomas, his back and his sore knee. The rain was falling on the skylights. The only sounds were the deepening breaths of my man. The crackling of the fire. This rain. Rest. Break. Bubble. Paradise also a little when the rest of the world seems to be on the verge of tipping over into an atmosphere of hell.