well , ill be sure to look out for her saying that then . there arent any trees to make a tack line . the cold medicine woke me , and i shook away a chill . he allowed himself to think of the part of himself that was a bomb , the wick burning fast and destructive , nearly gone . knew that perhaps she could never say them . `` will ye leave go of me ? '' `` do you have any idea how you make me feel ? '' 