But home did not seem the right word for it. It hadn’t quite been home for years. Not like it used to be. — Emory R. Frie, Heart of a Lion
But home did not seem the right word for it. It hadn’t quite been home for years. Not like it used to be. — Emory R. Frie, Heart of a Lion
But home did not seem the right word for it. It hadn’t quite been home for years. Not like it used to be. — Emory R. Frie, Heart of a Lion
But home did not seem the right word for it. It hadn’t quite been home for years. Not like it used to be. — Emory R. Frie, Heart of a Lion
But home did not seem the right word for it. It hadn’t quite been home for years. Not like it used to be. — Emory R. Frie, Heart of a Lion
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But home did not seem the right word for it. It hadn’t quite been home for years. Not like it used to be.

— Emory R. Frie, Heart of a Lion
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