“Sandys,” said Gaunt, and his voice sounded much less firm than he would have liked. “You can’t talk like this.” “I can, with you,” said Sandys. “And you can, with me.” Gaunt shook his head. “It’s one thing to—to do what we do—to pass the time,” he said. “You behave as if you have so much time to spend,” said Sandys, “but you haven’t. You’re squandering your years as if they’re limitless—” “It’s the middle of the night; get out of my room,” said Gaunt. “Stephen loves me,” said Sandys. Gaunt slammed his fist into his desk, and Sandys yelped. “What the hell are you talking about,” said Gaunt,
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