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I was home again. I had to wait two years to drive around my both loved and hated adopted hometown. There were so many things to do, places to go, old friends to see, memories to reclaim. A whole week flew by before I managed to see Linda.

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As I drove down the lane I could see no lights coming from the house. Only the flicker of candlelight was coming from my bedroom windows. Anxious with anticipation I hurried from the car to the front door. As the door opened I could smell the scent of vanilla and jasmine and hear the soft sounds of music.

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