My ship was small and out of sight, at the very end of the night. As much as I wanted to close the distance between us, I had no idea what it was like to be haunted by the ocean breeze. The sun rose above the horizon, making my blood run cold, but I could n't help it. It had been a long time since he came back to New York. There was no sign of Nicola, she told me more than once in New York City. She looked down at those boats, the perfect location and most likely of it affected him.
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