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[The moon is bright but not quite full, so Lucy is still thirteen and not her real age. She's sitting on the prow of a small fishing boat, and she's looking out at the sea. It's quiet.]
I wish I knew when people were going to leave.
Then at least I could say goodbye. That's the worst part, you know. It's knowing you won't see them soon, or again, ever. Or maybe once or twice on busy days when everyone comes back. But you'll never really know for sure.
It's not the places you miss, is it.
I wish I knew when people were going to leave.
Then at least I could say goodbye. That's the worst part, you know. It's knowing you won't see them soon, or again, ever. Or maybe once or twice on busy days when everyone comes back. But you'll never really know for sure.
It's not the places you miss, is it.