Jameson FitzpatrickStill, his apartment has that dreamlike qualityof feeling like home though I know it’s not. Not mine anymoreâ€â€°–â€â€°but how many people get to visit the past without hurting anything? To come back and drink the same coffeefrom the same never-quite-clean cup?
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The best thing about having an apartment that was once owned by someone else is that it still feels like home even though it is no longer yours. It is nice to be able to visit the past without hurting anything. The coffeefrom the same never-quite-clean cup will always remind you of that person.
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