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Escape? Was that a better word for what he’d come for? Perhaps,

Booth mused as he sailed over the choppy water. Lifting a beer to his

lips he let the taste race over his tongue. Perhaps he was escaping, but

he was no longer needed on the set, and he had finally had to admit

that he couldn’t work in the city. He needed a few days away from the

filming, from the pressure to produce, from his own standards of

perfection.

That was all a lie.

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Ain't going backwards, won't ask for space
Cause space was just a word made up 

by someone who's afraid to get too...

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