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The Gift

I knew it was the last time I'd see him. In his brusque, clench-toothed replies, his furrowed brow, his down-turned chin, I could feel the finality of it all. The train was going to depart in an hour, so i had to help him dress, pack his worldly possessions, then lead him to the taxi-cab waiting outside.

"where to guv'nor?" the taxi driver asked us?

I sighed. "Take us to the East Ramsey Train Station."

I didn't want to let him go, but what choice did I have? His mind was made up. He wanted nothing more to do with me.

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