“It’s so quiet out here.”
“I know. I come out here a lot, to be by myself. Or when
the city gets to be too much.”
“The memories you mean.”
“Yes… the memories… That’s why I brought you here. I
thought it might be as salubrious for you as it has been for me.”
“Thanks, I appreciate that.”
“I’ve always tried to look out for you, you know.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“I just brought you here so you would know the way. I can’t
look out for you anymore.”
“Why not?”
“I’m… leaving.”
“What? Where are you going?”
“Far away.”
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