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“Oh love, O’Riley!” leaves her lips now hovering close close to sweet Roland. Lesley allowing herself to melt, soft, held by Roland’s firm arms, murmurs, “Were that these books of bets ended for time spent no longer coiled, mortal, but alongside you in this heaven lended, or better still this life’s bittersweet slightly sweeter, lest bitter’s bite be deeper.” Roland’s head nestled in, savours the scent of Lesley’s fragrant hair, to further remember. Then there, in the room still spinning, and where they lose trace of corporal meaning, seeps in the sonorous sound of someone’s singing.