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Feeling oddly nostalgic, so, from an interview with Kurt Vonnegut:
A truck out on the street honks its horn and Vonnegut looks toward the restaurant's entrance. His eyes seem to water a little and his voice lowers almost to a whisper. "Where is home? I've wondered where home is, and I realized, it's not Mars or someplace like that, it's Indianapolis when I was nine years old. I had a brother and a sister, a cat and a dog, and a mother and a father and uncles and aunts. And there's no way I can get there again."
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I was drinking black coffee and reading Women In Love in the tea shop this morning when a woman walked up to my table and called me beautiful.
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I miss my sister.
A truck out on the street honks its horn and Vonnegut looks toward the restaurant's entrance. His eyes seem to water a little and his voice lowers almost to a whisper. "Where is home? I've wondered where home is, and I realized, it's not Mars or someplace like that, it's Indianapolis when I was nine years old. I had a brother and a sister, a cat and a dog, and a mother and a father and uncles and aunts. And there's no way I can get there again."
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I was drinking black coffee and reading Women In Love in the tea shop this morning when a woman walked up to my table and called me beautiful.
******
I miss my sister.