It's amazing to me sometimes how rootless I am. As if the night my mother kicked me out, all my ties to home just disintegrated. Yeah, I say I want to go "home". But what is home, really? A place where you belong? A place where you're loved? A place you feel comfortable returning to? Well, I guess one out of three ain't bad
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