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This is our last Christmas together.
Life separates us. Those who Know Best decide that I belong in military school. And so follows a miserable succession of bulge-blowing prisons, grim reveille-ridden summer camps. I have a new home, too. But it doesn't count. Home is where my friend is, and there I never go.
-Truman Capote's Breakfast at Tiffany's
Life separates us. Those who Know Best decide that I belong in military school. And so follows a miserable succession of bulge-blowing prisons, grim reveille-ridden summer camps. I have a new home, too. But it doesn't count. Home is where my friend is, and there I never go.
-Truman Capote's Breakfast at Tiffany's