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I woke up this morning to a bitter experience: the feeling of being left behind.

The tour came. The man took the other tourists, but he said I was not on a tour. "Your boat will come later." I waited and watched as two more boats came and I was told none of them were my boats. But the late afternoon, after waiting all day, I came to the conclusion that there was no boat tour for me. Today was spent hanging out on the island with Elizabeth, my exile companion. We waiting on the island for the others to return from their tour. I swam around the island and made use of my time. I just didn't like being told to wait for a boat and none came for me. It was an unpleasant feeling.

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