After a while, he whispers, “I read about this lake in a magazine once… in Washington state. It’s by a mountain.” His voice holds a certain amount of wonder I hope will always be there when he speaks. “It looked like magic.” He lifts his face to peek down at me. “We should go there. You can have your mountain, and I can have the lake. We can go there and forget about everything else. We can start a new life.”
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