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(title is from The Amores by Ovid, means "And my name will always be linked to yours.")The hours they spent working had gotten better since the strike, sure, but it felt like Jack's workload had quadrupled. Even Sundays, when they didn’t have a new edition to sell in the evening. On the other hand, they had almost their whole days free. And if they played their cards right, they could sell a lot less on Sundays.It was nice. The previous Sunday, they’d collectively decided to deep clean the lodge for once. For the first time in…Jack didn’t want to think about it actually. The one before that, the older newsies had learned how to give each other small tattoos.This Sunday, Jack and David had found themselves laying out on the fire escape, David’s arms wrapped around Jack securely. Looking out over some of the nearby buildings, just enjoying what might be the last weekend of not needing coats while working.