Do you ever want to go home?' I asked Paul.He brushed an ash from my face. 'It's the century of the displaced person,' h — Janet Fitch, White Oleander

Do you ever want to go home?' I asked Paul.He brushed an ash from my face. 'It's the century of the displaced person,' h — Janet Fitch, White Oleander

Do you ever want to go home?' I asked Paul.He brushed an ash from my face. 'It's the century of the displaced person,' h — Janet Fitch, White Oleander

Do you ever want to go home?' I asked Paul.He brushed an ash from my face. 'It's the century of the displaced person,' h — Janet Fitch, White Oleander

Do you ever want to go home?' I asked Paul.He brushed an ash from my face. 'It's the century of the displaced person,' h — Janet Fitch, White Oleander

Do you ever want to go home?' I asked Paul.He brushed an ash from my face. 'It's the century of the displaced person,' he said. 'You can never go home.

— Janet Fitch, White Oleander

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