“Why are you laughing?” Keema asked, amused by Jun’s sudden giggling. His friend shook his head. “I remembered that there is a theater, somewhere in the lands of the Sleeping Sea, acting out our story.” He rested his head on Keema’s shoulder; kissed the warm skin there. “Do you think they can see us now? Are they performing this moment onstage?” “I do not know,” Keema said in a distant way, his arm locking around Jun’s waist. “Would you stop, if they were?” “No,” Jun said firmly. “They have already seen my life. They have seen my most shameful moments.” The pained look in his eyes quickly
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