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Kenneth had cleared the ground behind the barn as efficiently as talko: the area was free of rocks and branches. Tucked between the barn and a hill, they would be safe from Kurt's watchful gaze.
Kenneth looked up at Klas and laced their shaking hands together.
"I've always wanted to hunt moose with you like this," he whispered.
Klas swallowed. Kenneth's breath ghosted over his chin like steam from the juntton's fresh-baked berry pies.
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Behind the pair, the moonlight reflected off the birch trees.
There was a gasp; a moan.
Late into the night, the pair grilled sausages together.
