Now, a month later, I sit, foggy, a similar state of mind, in a different seafood restaurant with a locals-know-every-secret bar, two happy hour martinis downed, fidgeting with my napkin below the lip of the table, and I barely hear Wendy ask me another question. She brought a bag of them tonight. Justin Bog
When someone loves you, the way they talk about you is different. You feel safe and comfortable.
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Jess C. Scott
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Haruki Murakami
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For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.
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Stephanie Perkins
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