“In so many stories,” she says,
“why does the boy rescue the girl
and not the other way around?”

She asks this as we walk along
the ruined beach and stare at the cold
water under a dead, gray sky.

“Because those stories aren’t true,”
I tell her, holding her hand as we quit
the beach and grimly press on.

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