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"And,
apparently, Clark had forgiven him. Lex wanted to have it all and,
by some scraping miracle of youthful generosity on Clark's part,
he had managed just that."
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"Lex trailed behind him for a moment to let Clark regain his
composure....He wondered if it was bad that he had become so relaxed
with Clark that he didn't really consider the implications of things
before he asked questions."
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"Lex is aching inside, a feeling too good and too strong rushing
through his veins, crushing his chest. He doesn't want it to stop.
The earth shifts a little, or maybe it is Clark shifting Lex. Or
maybe it is something in his soul shifting to meet Clark halfway."
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"Any moment now Lex could uncoil and destroy anyone, everything.
Especially Clark. But Lex thought that Clark was the destroyer tonight."
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"Lex's stomach tightened again, he couldn't remember the last
time he'd heard Clark laugh like that. Open, silly, crazy, kid laughter.
Lex wondered when he had stopped being fun."
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"Lex hung up on him. He ran shaking hands over his scalp and
looked over at the empty side of the bed. The side that should not
be empty. Fuck him! Lex clenched his fists, lifted his head, opened
his mouth wide and yelled in rage."
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"Could Clark really blame him if he got moody or angry
sometimes? He had a lot to lose here and, damn it, he did the best
he fucking could."
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