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The desert chill of a New Mexico night was beginning to bite through the walls of the rec room. I'd planned a silent film evening, and you'd taken me up on the offer without question. By nine we were settled on the tired old couch, sharing a bottle of harsh scrumpy and wrapped in a thick hide blanket I'd hauled from the van. A cardboard box of tapes sat ready beside the player. After you got comfortable, I slid a reel into the machine and came back to the sofa. I lay down on top of you, resting my head against your chest, the blanket draped over us like a tent. The cider bottle waited, forgotten, on the table.