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Over time our days blended together, usually ending with Starsky sprawled on my couch or me on his. We needed a place to repair to; to understand and be understood. The only way to survive the insanity of our lives was to let one moment flow into another and trust that what seems unbearable today will give way into something better tomorrow. That evening I stood watching the colors of the sunset stream through my window in a constantly changing spectrum, ebbing and flowing with the waning light. The only constant I counted on in my life was Starsky.