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I didn’t know why I was still waiting there. He told me he wasn’t coming back, and I believed him. Most of me did, anyway. There was little room left for doubt when you were watching someone sail away, the slowest way someone can leave, the slowest way someone can be left. There was plenty of time while he was heading out for him to change his mind, for him to turn around and come back to me. Just dock at the port and step out and kiss me again. But he didn't, and he wouldn't, and now my feet were dangling off the edge of the dock over the water, and the salty breeze was making my face sticky, and I was drinking a bottle of cheap port, ha, ha, and waiting.
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