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‘It’s even colder out here on the water, don’t you think?’ Dominic asked the others, finally finding his sea legs. His teeth were chattering, and he rubbed his hands together. The waterproof jacket he was wearing was a couple of sizes too big; it looked like he’d stolen it from one of the bigger boys. He watched the sky, following the clouds as they drifted overhead, dark greys against lighter greys, pockets of blue appearing between them. Vicky could see what he was doing. Looking up instead of down, talking non-stop about inarguable certainties like the temperature and the weather, focusing on inconsequential trivialities... it all helped him avoid having to face the reality of the emaciated world through which they were travelling.
Bloated bodies buffeted against the sides of the b
