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It's strange being back home, to say the least. Every time I come back to this place everything is a bit less familiar and the details in all my friends' faces have changed a bit more, some of them I honestly don't recognize much at all. The streets are backwards, and there's so much space between where I stand and where 'home', in its figurative
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