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"You know it's fascinating how we're that 'home' is this tangible place, the most simply defined terms- it's a house, a post code, a country. And yet sometimes home cannot be explained by a street number; sometimes it's a face, a voice, a laugh more honest and familiar than any truth you have ever known. We're taught that in its most literal sense, home is where we live and grow. But one day, in the silence that follows nostalgic stories and subsequent laughter, you may realize that you never did more living or grow if that when you had certain people by your side. And suddenly you are home."
"What are you trying to say Mr.Raeken?"
"You're my home." I whispered in her ear, wrapping my arms around her stomach.
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