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better than not having a job at all.”
              Aaron set the table, lit some candles and put the food out. “Would you like wine with dinner?” he asked.
              Tennison nodded yes as he sat at the table. Aaron sat in the chair next to him.
              “I have tomorrow off so I'll cook us something nice for dinner.”
              Tennison loved Aaron. He was happy with him. But since his affair months ago he'd cheated on Aaron more times than he could count. Without Aaron (to cheat on) there was no risk – no excitement.
              How could he explain this to Aaron without the risk of losing him – the one risk he didn't want to take. He also knew Aaron wouldn't accept an open relationship. Besides, if Aaron knew or allowed it what risk was there at all. . It was a paradox he couldn't resolve.
              After dinner, they watched TV. Tennison flicked through the channels while Aaron read a magazine.
              “Honestly Ten, how many subscriptions do we have?” The growing piles of magazines was high enough for Aaron to rest his feet on like a hassock. “They're everywhere.”
              “I need to keep up on the latest advertising trends.”
              “I know but does our house have to look like the National Archives? ” Aaron flipped though a magazine stopping at a place where a page had been torn out. “It looks like you've torn out the ads you like in all these magazines. Maybe we can get rid of some?”
              “Sure,” Tennison agreed.
     
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    The next day Aaron set to picking up the house and removing the piles of magazines that had infiltrated the place. As he collected them, from Art in America to Zoetrope , they ranged from fashion to finance, from science to sports, from health to home. He sorted them by issue and when he was done there were thirty-four piles and more than 500 magazines stacked in his living room.
              The sheer volume was overwhelming. How, Aaron wondered, had Tennison amassed so much without him noticing. He sat down to take a break. He grabbed a magazine and thumbed through it. Sure enough, pages were missing. He was curious to know what criteria dictated an ad making the Tennison file.
              He culled each pile down to the last three issues while tossing the older ones into trash bags. He then organized them in magazine holders. After dragging out the bags to the garage he brought the remaining magazines into the home office.
              The combination of modern and classic features made it Aaron's favorite room. It was painted in a pumpkin color with mahogany woodwork. The desk and built-in book shelves were also mahogany. While the room was large, the dark colors made it feel cozy and slightly studious. The stainless steel chandelier hung from a crisp white ceiling framed by two formidable mahogany beams running its length. The chandelier matched the other stainless steel accents in the room.
              Whenever a New England winter hit, it was nice to be able to work from home. Aaron liked to curl up on the big leather couch whenever he had a good book to read. It had always been his space.
              When Tennison moved in Aaron cleared off some shelf space and emptied out half of the desk drawers. When Tennison used the office he would lock himself in for hours trying to come up with an advertising campaign or a catchy slogan. Aaron would walk by and hear him grunting, groaning and talking to himself. This, according to Tennison, was how he worked out ideas.
              Aaron moved things to make space for the magazines on a shelf. He picked up a photo of him and Tennison taken at the beach. They looked happy – Tennison in his Speedo.
              His face red