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I came home exhausted and road weary and tried my key in the door but it wouldn’t turn. The locks had changed. I noticed then that the trim around the windows was green instead of yellow. Through the glass I saw the rooms scattered with unfamiliar furniture. I wondered if I was dreaming but I wasn’t. I had, in fact, just awoken from a sleep of many years. I knew then that I would never come home again. So it was with her.
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Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 2:49 AM UTC
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I came home exhausted and road weary and tried my key in the door but it wouldn’t turn. The locks had changed. I noticed then that the trim around the windows was green instead of yellow. Through the glass I saw the rooms scattered with unfamiliar furniture. I wondered if I was dreaming but I wasn’t. I had, in fact, just awoken from a sleep of many years. I knew then that I would never come home again. So it was with her.
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Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 2:49 AM UTC
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