...not to look back or feel sad about things, that home is wherever I am. — Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
...not to look back or feel sad about things, that home is wherever I am. — Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
...not to look back or feel sad about things, that home is wherever I am. — Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
...not to look back or feel sad about things, that home is wherever I am. — Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
...not to look back or feel sad about things, that home is wherever I am. — Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
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...not to look back or feel sad about things, that home is wherever I am.

— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
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