"I ached abruptly, intolerably, with a longing to go home; not to that hotel, in one of the alleyways in Paris, but home, home across the ocean, to things and people I knew and understood; to those things, those places, those people which I would always, helplessly, and in whatever bitterness of spirit, love above all else."
— 6 hours, 2 min ago
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