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Yes
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It
’
s
a
sort
of
test
,
really
.
We
’
ll
see
how
mucil
we
miss
each
other
.
"
"
I
know
what
it
’
s
like
when
people
go
away
.
It
’
s
agony
for
a
week
,
then
painful
for
a
week
,
then
you
begin
to
forget
,
and
then
it
seems
as
if
it
never
happened
,
it
happened
to
someone
else
,
and
you
start
shrugging
.
You
say
,
dingo
it
’
s
life
,
that
’
s
the
way
things
are
.
Stupid
things
like
that
.
As
if
you
haven
’
t
really
lost
something
forever
.
"
"
I
shan
’
t
forget
.
I
shan
’
t
ever
forget
.
"
"
You
will
.
And
I
will
.
"
"
We
’
ve
got
to
go
on
living
.
However
sad
it
is
.
"
After
a
long
time
she
said
,
"
I
don
’
t
think
you
know
what
sadness
is
.
"
We
overslept
in
the
morning
.
I
had
deliberately
set
the
alarm
late
,
to
make
a
rush
,
not
to
leave
time
for
tears
.
Alison
ate
her
breakfast
standing
up
.
We
talked
about
absurd
things
:
cutting
the
milk
order
,
where
I
would
be
at
lunchtime
,
where
a
library
ticket
I
had
lost
might
be
.
And
then
she
put
down
her
coffeecup
and
we
were
standing
at
the
door
.
I
saw
her
face
,
as
if
it
was
still
not
too
late
,
all
a
bad
dream
,
her
gray
eyes
searching
mine
,
her
small
puffy
cheeks
.
There
were
tears
forming
in
her
eyes
,
and
she
opened
her
mouth
to
say
something
.
But
then
she
leant
forward
,
desperately
,
clumsily
,
kissed
me
so
swiftly
that
I
hardly
felt
her
mouth
,
and
was
gone
.
Her
camel
-
hair
coat
disappeared
down
the
stairs
.
She
didn
’
t
look
back
.
I
went
to
the
window
,
and
saw
her
walking
fast
across
the
street
,
the
pale
coat
,
the
straw
-
colored
hair
almost
the
same
color
as
the
coat
,
a
movement
of
her
hand
to
her
handbag
,
her
blowing
her
nose
;
not
once
did
she
look
back
.
She
broke
into
a
sort
of
run
.
I
opened
the
window
and
leant
out
and
watched
until
she
disappeared
around
the
corner
at
the
end
of
the
street
into
Marylebone
Road
.
And
not
even
then
,
at
the
very
end
,
did
she
look
back
.
I
turned
to
the
room
,
washed
up
the
breakfast
things
,
made
the
bed
;
then
I
sat
at
the
table
and
wrote
out
a
check
for
fifty
pounds
,
and
a
little
note
.
