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 | | "Please, Garak, not another drink." Garak had given him his first glass of kanar earlier in the evening; the drink had been astonishingly strong, and Bashir would have liked to blame his subsequent behavior on its effects--though he knew that this was not the case. |
 | | Garak had been telling a sad story of an unrequited love from his past, but each time Julian had asked a question, the details of the story had changed. |
 | | Perhaps, once, he had been every- thing Garak had said: an inexperienced child in search of a father- figure, an awkward youth who required a teacher's guidance, someone who was incapable of reciprocating, or even understanding, the love offered by a man of a different species and so much older than himself. |
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