We walk back to Hotel Paco Paco by the slowest route we can find. Strolling along the cobblestone streets and giggling like school children.
We lay side-by-side on the roof, on our backs, counting stars in a black and distant sky. When we have both nearly fallen asleep from the counting, and it seemed as if I could no longer resist not touching him, I think it best that I should leave.

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