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Mary Ann did not bring up Gilligan's family again, but she watched him much more closely.
Occasionally, the topic arose among the Castaways. Gilligan always kept his contributions to such discussions brief, but she could see his buried pain.
His façade crumbled one night. "I wish we could go home," Ginger sighed.
"I don't," Gilligan muttered.
"Why not? Don't you miss home?"
"Not really." It was clear he did not want to continue speaking, but she persisted.
"Why? Is your home really worse than this island?"
His eyes filled with horror. "Yes," he squeaked, before taking off into the jungle.
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