***Before***

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We came here by ship, you and I.
I was a baby on my mother's knee, and you were losing, duck-butt-boy at your mother's feetall through that weary voyage.
Watching us, our mothers got on so well together that our fathers chose adjacent farm plots a mile from town, on the western fringe of a Roswell Station that was much smaller, then. I remember my mother telling tales of the trip when I was young. Now she never speaks of it at all.

She said I spent the whole trip wide-eyed, watching you.

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