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“I don’t want to go on the canoe trip,” you say. “PLEASE don’t make me.”
Being on water rather than land is a step too far in an already desolate place. It means truly not being able to escape. I negotiate with you and Mac. We decide that you can stay at the camp rather than go on the canoe trip. You are not happy with this option, but it is an improvement.
“I love you chota,” I say softly. “I really do.”
“I know Ma,” you say. Your voice is thin. Feathery. It floats away, untethered. “Je t’aime, balo bashi, kesalul.”
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