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　　Chad wraps his arms around me as the boat takes us to the dock. He kisses the top of my head. "I'm sorry we have to cut our babymoon short."

　　Looking into his eyes I say. "It's alright, Chad. We can come back here anytime we want, but saying 'goodbye' to your father whose dying is something you'll regret if you didn't go back."

　　A smile spreads across his face. "Thanks, Grace."

　　The boat pulls into the dock and we wait for the ramp to be put down before stepping off the boat and making our way over the limo that's waiting to take us back to the hotel."

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