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Show Fair Forever 151 But the yellow is gone. I exhale slowly and look at the lighthouse. My heart is slowing. I could simply row the rest of the way to the lighthouse, I think. I could pull on the oars, steady and strong, until I had pulled all the way to the light. Cornelius might be there, waiting. I look back toward my house. It's small, distant. I search again for the yellow tag, but it's gone. Gripping the oars, I can feel the muscles twitch in my arms. But I take a deep breath and pull with my left hand, slowly turning Fair Forever horns. |
