The rush

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Close to half an hour had elapsed of the two middle-aged gentlemen confabulating, eyes and ears open for any passers-by.

“I do wish we did not have to keep it a secret,” Carew sighed, “but we must, for our lives.”

“Yes, we must. Very well, we should get going now, the early-birds will be out soon.”

“Certainly.” He leant over and whispered into Jekyll's ear, making the hairs on the back of his neck tremble. “Perhaps we should meet earlier so we can talk for longer.”

“Be here 1am sharp tomorrow” Jekyll replied lightly breathing onto Carew's neck. Carew kissed Jekyll on the cheek causing him to blush.

“Of course”

The two lovingly hugged and proceeded to disappear as the bright orange sun formed on the horizon, giving life to the former muted streets of London. The cockerel arose and screamed its morning call. ‘Twas another Monday, the streets braced for the rush of Londoners keen to get their hands on the new stock.

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