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| "Oh, stop it." I told my self in disgust. I folded my hands around me, and held my coat to me, even thought I did not feel the cold. |
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| I do miss him,but there was nothing I could do about it. I looked over the small channel and looked at the island's lights. Wishing that they were the New York sky line. |
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