it took him one hundred and thirty-three days before he approached her again.
"lydia," he said firmly.
"oh!" she said in surprise. it had been a long time, but she hadn't forgotten. she was both happy and sad to see him.
"you gave it to me."
"i gave what to you?"
"your water." and with that, he walked away.
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