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Side By Side
by Ami
SciFiCatGirl18@aol.com
Walking up to the barrel to deposit his contribution he noticed that what he had at first taken for a lid was actually a mound of coins and bills coming to a peak in the center of the barrel. The anthropologist smiled at this sign of goodwill among the boys (and girls) in blue.
Placing his money carefully on top of the pile so it wouldn't fall, Blair saw his partner (and love of his life) come around the corner. "Hey, Jim," he greeted the detective. "Look how much everyone's donated. The barrel's full, and then some. Isn't it great?"
Blinking, a sly smile crossed Jim's features and checking with his senses to make sure no one was around, he started singing softly. "Oh, we ain't got a barrel of money--" he said, pointing to the barrel in question. "Maybe we're ragged and funny--" Jim plucked at the edge of Blair's torn flannel shirtsleeve. "But we'll travel along, singing our song..." He wrapped his arm around his lover and they finished the song together in two-part harmony, "side, by, side!"
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