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I remember the scarves most of all. Brightly colored and covered in gold beading. Oh India.
I wondered if anything hurts worse than getting left out. Probably not, I figured. Ten years later, I still know it's true.
I wondered why the word hadn't changed. It was already Thursday.
I wondered where he was. It was almost time for the train to be there. He couldn't have forgotten. He wouldn't have forgotten. Where was he?