I am home. It feels strange to call it home. I no longer mind being in Fremont, so long as my stay is short and departure imminent. The long-lived bitterness I harbored for this place has mostly dissipated, and I am left with a latent sadness for the childhood and adolescence I lived in this colorless, characterless town. It is most strange to see
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so, thank you.
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