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The fact that they’d started fucking after almost fifteen

years of knowing each other hadn’t changed many of their

habits.

“I hate you,” Kelly groaned.

“Poor Boo Boo.”

“I hate your high tolerance,” Kelly groused. “I hate that I

can’t drink you under the table or knock you out with normal

drugs ’cause your stupid body is immune to chemicals. I hate

that when I try I wind up in a ditch in Mexico.”

“There there,” Nick cooed.

“I hate you so much.” Kelly’s hand in his back pocket as

they walked told a different story, though.

They headed for Boston Commons, which was a nice easy

stroll from the Liberty, and from there Nick explained that

the city had created a red brick line through the old town that led tourists along the Freedom Trail. It was a nice easy walk

that took people from historic spot to historic spot, all related to the American Revolution. They picked up the red trail and

followed it toward the Granary Burying Ground.

The morning sun hadn’t yet risen over the buildings

around them, casting the cemetery in a gloomy haze. Nick

led the way through the gate, glancing around at the crooked

headstones with their macabre carvings. It was an odd little

lot. It included the graves of Revolutionary heroes, including

Sam Adams and Paul Revere. In the center was a massive

monument dedicated to Ben Franklin’s family. The buildings

that had cropped up around the old burial ground had come

so close to the boundaries that their brick walls incorporated

headstones into them. Many of the headstones that had once

been here had been removed and used as sidewalks, and there

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were estimates that hundreds of bodies still remained beneath

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