100. I know just the man!

We watch from the wide windows of the train as the landscape that had homed us for the past few weeks, and I feel a strange sense of relief, knowing that we were bound for home. Although it was so sudden, Coraline looks happy as well.

“It was great while it lasted except for a few parts,” suddenly, she said, her chin resting on her hand as she gazed out at the mountains, “but I’m glad we’re going home. I missed my parents.”

“Oh,” I reply intelligently. And then I remember the package I’d snatched from the truck I’d taken to the town right before everything had gone to shit. I did not get to wrap it up as I had planned, but I will have to do without that now.

Digging in my messenger bag, I fish out the package and hand it over to Coraline, who peers at it curiously with a bit of confusion.

“What’s that?”

“It’s something I got for you when I went to town,” I reply, trying not to blush at giving my best friend a gift. And no, I am not thinking about what those eco-conservationists said a
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