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[wrings]

Better get outta here, sweetheart.

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[childless]

Sweetheart.

[ She repeats the word like there's something funny to it. The waves lap on the shore, stony instead of smooth as sand. The water's cold.

Lily turns, smiles; ]

How do you know I shouldn't be saying that to you?

[wrings]

You would've gotten there first.

[ The line of Gil's mouth pulls up in a thin approximation of a smile. He doesn't move from where he is, just shy of the tide. ]

—Have we met?