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"
Forget
it
.
Someone
walked
all
over
my
feelings
the
way
I
did
over
his
,
I
wouldn
’
t
feel
like
talking
to
them
either
.
"
I
stopped
and
reached
in
my
pocket
.
"
Reminds
me
.
I
brought
something
for
you
.
"
She
looked
down
at
the
anonymous
grey
credit
chip
in
my
hand
.
"
What
’
s
this
?
"
"
About
eighty
thousand
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
figure
with
that
you
can
afford
something
custom
-
grown
for
Elizabeth
.
If
she
chooses
quick
,
you
could
have
her
sleeved
before
the
end
of
the
year
.
"
"
What
?
"
She
stared
at
me
with
a
smile
slipping
off
and
on
her
face
,
like
someone
who
has
been
told
a
joke
she
’
s
not
sure
she
understands
.
"
You
’
re
giving
us
—
Why
?
Why
are
you
doing
this
?
"
This
time
I
had
an
answer
.
I
’
d
been
thinking
about
it
all
the
way
up
from
Bay
City
that
morning
.
I
took
Irene
Elliott
’
s
hand
and
pressed
the
chip
into
it
.
"
Because
I
want
there
to
be
something
clean
at
the
end
of
all
this
,
"
I
said
quietly
.
"
Something
I
can
feel
good
about
.
"
For
a
moment
she
went
on
staring
at
me
.
Then
she
closed
the
small
gap
between
us
and
flung
her
arms
around
me
with
a
cry
that
sent
the
nearest
gulls
wheeling
up
off
the
sand
in
alarm
.
I
felt
a
trickle
of
tears
smeared
onto
the
side
of
my
face
,
but
she
was
laughing
at
the
same
time
.
I
folded
my
arms
round
her
in
return
and
held
her
.
And
for
the
moments
that
the
embrace
lasted
,
and
a
little
while
after
,
I
felt
as
clean
as
the
breeze
coming
in
off
the
sea
.
