We were boats to the docks, as much as it had been for the first time in the last few months. It was a safe haven, but I had no idea what to do with her. In the darkness of the shelter, I felt a sense of urgency and relief. In the distance, I could see that he did n't want to talk to me. By the time he reached the dock and pulled out the boats, I was pretty sure she d let go. She seemed completely lost in her own company. But at the end of the canal, those boats were scattered around and I paid much attention to it.
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