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...Katelyn Pike But this only made Lindy weep harder, a choked mantra of, “I can't, I can't,” for she knew there would be no use or good in that, that she was gone already. And to this, her mother said soothingly, “Why don't you stay here tonight?” “Nothing,” she hiccupped, “nothing...

....” “Sharks swim in the not-too-far distance, looming grey shapes that terrify me,” said Lindy. “Down below, my son Ansel and I can see red sea anemones, but in all this silt, all this murky green water, I don’t want to swim into that falling ship. I hate my brother, the furniture maker, for going...