We went through the port of Charlotte to the fisherman's village. Eventually the island turned eastward toward the back of their apartment and slipped away. It's hard to see that the boat's direction is different from Wrinkles. Every trip will come to an end sooner or later. Even if we never sailed with Don and Gail, we would always keep in touch with them. Yes, Tina, Mom is crying.
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