Oh Harry Hole. I hardly knew you. You came into my life, Harry Hole, only to almost immediately implode -- you emitted a long slow terrible sound and scurried back into the dark, leaving a, dare I say, Harry Hole shaped hole in my heart once you were gone. I didn't expect you, or anything like you, Harry Hole, but now that I have known you I will know no other. I am a Harry Hole man now. Seasons may change, winter to spring, and the frost that once nibbled at our extremities might melt away, but there can be no denying -- we made warmth together once, me and my Harry Hole. Beneath the blankets my Harry Hole held me close, and perhaps one day my Harry Hole will return - Harry Hole will peek his head out of the darkness, a sheepish grin on his face, and beckon us both back into that voluptuous embrace. Don't forget, Harry Hole. Never forget.
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