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The door of cabin 2 was open. The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother's locket. They walked across a moat of pea gravel that crunched like noisy cereal under their feet. Of what use was the temporary set-back to memory, when it always returned with redoubled poignancy? Then came another thought, astonishing. “In all fairness,” she thought to herself as she coaxed his mouth toward her left nipple. She was my first love. And then you go—and half throttle me. She needed to protect the baby.
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