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The world keeps rushing by them. Every day there's a new fire to put out, a new disaster waiting to happen. Until they come home. Sharon never thought she would call Delacroix her home, but it is. Sarah is her home. There's nothing better than leaving her worries outside and stepping into Sarah’s home, into Sarah’s arms. There's nothing more wonderful than holding her and feeling all her worries vanish. The world can't be bad when Sarah smiles at her. It can't be bad when Sarah’s hands gently caress her skin. All is right as long as she's with Sarah.