The Mustache and The Beard

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He turned away and leaned forward, hugging his legs as he faced away from her again.

"Thanks," he said quietly, before raising his voice a little. "Maybe the person who was that for you, could be your anchor. Or something."
Pants are an illusion. And so is death.




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"Somehow, the dead don't seem to be very helpful beyond the grave," she said softly. "I don't know. Maybe I'm just stupid or blind or in denial. I just...it doesn't matter. We should probably get back to camp before Ari and Amy start wondering what happened to us."
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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James let out a quiet sigh and stood up, wiping off his pants. "We should," he said with a nod, thinking of the rumors they would easily start amongst themselves.

"Let's get going."
Pants are an illusion. And so is death.



I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
— Émile Zola