We sit close together, our arms criss-crossed. You hold the paper and pen, my fingers roam over the words and empty spaces. Heads bent together, we combine our guesses to solve the puzzle.

You are a solid warmth at my side to lean on. This is a solitary game, but we know that two are better than one. Anyway, I couldn’t finish it without you.

Sometime after our vanquishing of the black and white challenge, I look across and see two others, a couple leaning into each other, heads touching, doing the crossword.

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