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You hold your head up a little higher. It doesn't matter. Next time, you won't wait around. From now on, they can chase you, and you won't let yourself hope for something more like a lovesick idiot.
Later on, one of the girls you work with asks you why there's salt water in one of your soil samples. You say some sweat must have dripped off the tip of your nose, and apologize for corrupting the data. It was such a hot day, after all.
She's smart enough not to also ask why the soil at the body you were working at is torn up with dig marks from the trowel where you sank it deep, deep into the ground.