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Chuckling as he looked at the paper in his hand, John waited for Harold to come home. “John”? Harold called as he opened the door and pocketed his key. Harold barely had time to cross the threshold before John was on him. John scooped Harold up in his arms, shut the door and with long strides headed to the bedroom his lips locked on to Harold’s. Setting a breathless Harold on the bed, John handed him the slip of paper and undressed. Harold looked down at the paper and read three words “seize the night”. Smiling, Harold loosened his tie.