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Bacteria was powerless to resist. His eyes burned into hers like gallstones. His muscular arms enfolded her body as she felt herself being swept away by a Bex-Bissell of passion. Suddenly, the train whistle blew and she knew their stolen weekend of love was finally over. "I wish you didn't of have to go back to the front," she said choking back her tears, "but apparently World War One will all be over by Christmas." Stephen laughed bitterly, "It's hell out there, darling. But if I don't make it all the way through to 1918, we'll always have last night, won't we?" he said. "You're not kidding," winced Bacteria. "Me poor clopper's as raw as a clubbed seal."
