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North Brother Island. And yes, there’s a south one too. And there’s Roosevelt Island – people live on that one. Or Governors Island? Frank, you do know Manhattan is an island too, right?
North Brother Island. And yes, there’s a south one too. And there’s Roosevelt Island – people live on that one. Or Governors Island? Frank, you do know Manhattan is an island too, right?
Frank picks up his bag, and trots off the dock after Abby. With her hand still aglow, she guides them onto the island and through the thick, gnarly overgrowth of fauna that populates it.
Christ, lighten up, already Abby-pants. You’ve been pissy ever since we left dumb-fuck-ville. Listen, you wanna Hughes boy? You got the Hugh-est boy right here. You get me?
Frank scoffs at the comment. Abby ignores him, tossing out a rope that hooks onto one of the still standing dock posts. She pulls them close, and then steps from the row boat onto the decaying structure. After securing the rope, she turns to watch Frank wobble his way out, nearly tipping into the water