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The First

“Your first time?”
“Uh… yeah.”
“Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t know! I’d have taken it a little slower otherwise.”
“No, it’s ok, really.”
“No, it isn’t. You just seemed so confident, I just assumed you’d done this before.”
“Well I’ve done it now.”
“Look, just sit down for a second, let’s get you cleaned up. Quite a mess, isn’t it? Not like the movies at all.”
“I’m fine.”
“Ugh. Men. It’s ok to be a little shaken. It’s allowed. You don’t have to be all macho. Hold still, I’ve nearly got it all off.”
“Um. Does it get better?”
“What?”
“I mean, does it get easier?”
“Yeah… of course.”
“Really?”
“Well… no.”
“Good. I don’t think I want it to be easy.”
“A good attitude to have. How long have you been with the agency?”
“Three years.”
“Wow. They recruit them so young now. You know we did the right thing, don’t you? That man was an arms dealer to the worst kind of people. There, the blood’s come off.”
“It was so simple. I didn’t expect it to be so simple.”
“One thing you should know, David: This is never simple.

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